I offer apologies in advance. I was playing with iambic and rhyme scheme for this sonnet. I wanted something less fluid than ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.
This is definitely not fluid but it may be too syncopated for what I was after. You be the judge.
Sometimes it seems that my profession
Serves no purpose, much, beyond
Providing ample lyric fodder
For my poetic avocation.
Why not sit, in comfort, ‘neath
The shade of verdant green palm frond,
Sip a drink, and idly ponder
The depth of snow on distant Heath?
Would fate differ one iota
If I drowned in some dark pond?
These are the thoughts I often wonder,
At month’s end when seeking quota.
But, for now, I’ll keep on wading
Into battle for those worth aiding.