Your Sonnett

Thou might, mayhap, believe thyself to be
alone in thoughts both dreary and depressed.
And yet I feel that I must inform thee
That thou art not the first put to this test.

Some cheering up, perhaps, might serve thee well,
or possibly some words from kinder heart.
Perhaps, even, a piece of doggerel,
But all I have to give is finest art.

And so, with this, thou must be satisfied,
for naught except my best shalt thou receive.
I know, I know... now others seem tongue-tied.
But with these words, I'll grant thee a reprieve.

And though these lines have lasted quite the while,
I pray my sickly verse might make thee smile.