Hark, gentle readers, and lend thine ears! For I have just returned from an auditory journey, a pilgrimage through the soundscape where a new ballad doth reside; a composition most curious, entitled Sonnet 18
Bills lyrics, though steeped in the vernacular of the age, possess a certain poetic quality that even I, a humble scribbler of sonnets, can appreciate. I give it a solid four out of five overflowing tankards of ale.

Well done James.