My office sonnets are little poems I write
when there’s no one else around.

I type. I jot it all down,
trying to get the words right,

trying not to let anyone discover
the poems I'm scribbling here.

On pads and on paper,
and in tabs on a computer screen.

I may have more ideas than rhymes,
but I suppose it could be worse.

Because sonnets are just little poems I pen
when no one else is near.

I worry, and I fret,
trying to choose the right word.

Trying not to be bothered,
sipping cold coffee and eating a hot lunch.

Pondering rhymes with time
that should be spent elsewhere.

My office sonnets are little poems I type
when life has become boring,

and I'm waiting for it to be five o'clock somewhere, all the while wondering 

if anyone in these cubicles knows 
I compose verses like Shakespeare.