Sonnet 12 (There is No Sonnet Twelve)
©2003 Alden Drake (Paul A. Haines)
Alas, my friend there is no Sonnet Twelve
For this I feel I must apologize.
Commissions came and so I had to shelve
This page, that I might now commercialize.
My baroness has called on me to scrawl
A sonnet in Italian style and verse,
From young Venetian lover to enthrall
The Queen of France, so I can fill my purse.
Though to the side this page I must retire,
In doing so will bring me riches grand.
If finer things in life I shall acquire,
A patronís gold I need to have in hand.
Fear not, my friends, I promise to return
But for the while, a living I must earn.