As the loser of the great sonnet war I have to congratulate Joel Rubin. There is nothing I’ve wanted to win more, Oh crap, nothing really rhymes with Rubin. Perhaps that’s a reason for why I lost. My skills don’t match his, I now understand. So now I must train no matter the cost, I know I have to gain the upper hand. So please Joel, get ready, for I will train. I'll study each poem book that I can find. Since my loss to you has caused me such pain, I'll expand my words, my thoughts, and my mind.