Its my mother's birthday today,
Sort out to write a sonnet in Petrarch way.
Thinking-winking there I lay.
Can't I write a sonnet for her say?
Make the words do a little play,
After all its my mother's birthday today
I want to make her gay.
Oh God ! Please give me a fay,
So that I can make a poem for her today.
Thinking-winking there I lay.
Didn't get a hope's ray.
My Brain is really full of hay !
Because its my mother's birthday today,
And I can't write a sonnet for her, finally I say.
