It took some time, but finally I found
A sonnet is not something you can force.
It likes to enter when no one's around.
Each time it comes it takes a different course.
To catch a sonnet's not an easy task.
It moves its body like old Proteus.
A master of disguise, it wears a mask.
On seeing it you'll think it something else.
And don't be fooled by its harmless intent.
It really is quite dangerous, you know.
For when you think it finally is pent,
Right through your hands directly it will flow.
So when hunting for sonnets, just beware,
Each time you think one caught, make sure it's there.
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