Cough
ahem.

embarrassment,
a constant complaint of
young men,
but
a cough and a sneeze
are better
than
a social disease.

Chaste,
less haste to make hay
while the sun shines,

I'd waste away if it wasn't
for the hay and the girls who
say, ' do you fancy a stroll?'

It's a Monday and
at times, those times,
most times, the
air is light,
I might just
float away