That reminds me that I once wrote a sonnet with no es. It's not easy. Do you want to read it?
TO HIS COY LADY
I cannot think that you can fail to know
What passion lurks within this pounding brain,
Or how a sight of you can thrill it so,
And how I long to hold you tight again.
I worship from afar your blissful charms.
If you would murmur fond and loving words
Whilst snuggling in my aching, waiting arms,
I'd soar aloft with larks and hummingbirds.
My hurting, pining longing think upon;
Soon Cupid's darts may prick you too, and look –
Romantic nights will follow, as for yon
Bill Clinton or that gnomish Robin Cook.
So darling, don't say no to your sad swain,
But run to him and kiss away his pain.
Rov*r_K* 1998