Note: a bit of background knowledge might be useful here. One of my English teachers was previously on a diet and trying to lose weight, which proved a great struggle as he tried to stop eating snacks and sweets. One lesson, he told my classmates and I that in the middle of the night, he had crept out of bed, leaving his sleeping wife to go into the kitchen, open the fridge, and gorge on many snacks as he possibly could. Ashamed of his momentary lapse, he wrote a sonnet on his difficulty from abstaining from his favourite snacks. We had a brief conversation on how difficult it was to write a sonnet, which inspired me to write this sonnet for him.

'Tis strange, to have been taught of ancient things,
And yet to pay them careless, hasty heed,
For I could sprout a thousand wordless wings
Instead than finish such a taxing deed.
You're counting fives and falling fast to fail,
Your time and rhythm slacking down a pace:
'Tis strange, to see your words wander and trail,
Knowing to yield to such a hapless chase.
So bring the god in a machine, perhaps!
'Tis how it should be solved, though often not.
Then read the sentence twice in fleeting lapse
To find that in the end you've lost the plot.
And though this is a poetic defeat
At least I have control o'er things I eat.