The Unusual Sonnet Poem by Matthias Pantaleon

West have everything I need
Why go north and break a leg
When I can easily sow a seed
And reap a basket of nutmeg

South is home to many sailors
Home to my maternal uncles - good men
Who care for me like old tailors
They weather the storm for me - good omen

A sign that I will wake early enough
For breakfast and fall asleep with no care
They make it easy; I've nothing tough
Not a single gossip from east, nobody dare

I will not strike a foot against a stone
If I do, they'll leave no stone unturn - not even one