Nought but "nice"
A sonnet's form does test the mettle Of those who pen without a care. Each quatrain or couplet to tune and fettle Demanding all the soul can bear. Such labour of love is an arduous task To words and rhymes to the page entice, Man's heart then withers, a hollow husk, When she does label it nought but "nice".
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