Within this box a dirty man lays,
within his own mind he always plays.
Voices heard within his head,
"Hello poet" your not dead.
Here is a rhyme or maybe two,
that will surely pen you through.
Oh dear what is the matter
who is making all that clatter?
Now sir you must pay attention
or did I simply fail to mention.
That within your hard working mind,
is a treasure you will greatly find.
Words galore now dance alive
and perfection is what we strive.
So bring it together from your ol' box,
you can do it you gray headed fox.
Within a moment a sonnet is made
and the days sorrow will simply fade.
Think out of the box and you will see
you have created perfect poetry.
Honorable mention
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Bravo, and all the best within the contest! 
