REFUSAL TO WOO BY SONNET
 

Sonnets! They say this is what women want,
Nothing less than poesy in the sonneteers' art,
Rhyming lines that flow out from the font
Of a gentleman’s otherwise stranded heart.

Well fuck that! Really, what am I,
A jiggling monkey at a lonesome keyboard?
I refuse to write you sonnets or to even try.
Other women are content just to be adored.
 

Fourteen lines? Talk about old-fashioned.
You mistake me, my lady, for some wet romantic.
Not that I am not charming or impassioned;
I just find the sonnet disappointing and pedantic.
 

So, if you want a sonnet and a love that lasts forever
You’ll need a man whose rhymes are true rather than just clever.

 

- O. Spaniel Murray