This sonnet writing thing is getting hard/
So much to say and yet so much unheard/
Yet here I am, you'd best be on your guard/
For I am back! Your count has been deferred.
This post has lasted well beyond its days/
The counting seems to never ever cease/
So I am here to worry and amaze/
And tear the counting chain apart by piece.
From none to one to two to three to four/
You've frequently been countered after one/
I hope the counting ends forevermore/
For now I'll simply set it back to none.
It's quite a shortened chain to now destroy/
Yet still, the thought of ceasing gives me joy.