Opening Salvo

I'm told that almost all great poets write
A sonnet sequence now and then, so you
Can now experience a sequence, too,
Of sonnets never yet exposed to light.
There are some readers who, I'm sure, for spite,
Will say I shouldn't bother, and it's true
That one must not hope for too much ado,
Although I hope for it, with all my might.

I want the world to notice and to cry,
"Oh, here is what we wanted all along!"
An educated and discerning throng
Will line the streets as I'm parading by,
Exclaiming, "Sonnets, sonnets, till we die!"
The whole world has been waiting for my song.