All English Sonnets
Once upon a time, the judges four
Mind, the brain, the soul and throbbing heart,
Sat brooding in deep thought. And on the hour,
They, surgeon- like, then took me all apart.
My tenderness or humble diligence
They all unknowing sought- What makes me trick.,
My piety or pure intelligence-
Or just my mind’s ill- adventured tick.
For hours did they heatedly contend,
This subject with their wit and argument,
Discouraged in detail and in the end,
Deliberated long to thus comment.
We tried his case but can not yet decide,
Give benefit of doubt, we take his side.