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've scribbled 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 hot coffee and eating cold cuts.

Pondering rhymes with time
that should be spent elsewhere.

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

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

if anyone in the other cubicles knows
I compose verses like Shakespeare.