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My bonnet is like a sonnet;
Don't ask me why?

Oh how lovely'
Isn't that 'Nympheas' by Monet?

'Pastel pond, blush blooms, green grass
Adorn the scene.

[My head is turbid,
My body languid.]

Like stained glass,
Your charisma is so serene.

The birds on the roofs are merry;
They rouse the day.

This sonnet is like a bonnet;
Go figure why.