So there.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMVI)
Yes, fire. We plunked down on the fur rug thence
Afore her fireplace, and I in betrayl
Neglected to erm, lose me on its hale
And licking flames, e'en that romance' pretense
Was blind to--wherefore? Sandwiched for intents
Twixt two guy friends, I was too dull t'avail
Me even there, yea lost myself in pale
'Scuse in auld lines to Nigel, like's good sense.
Now Sunday watches diesel trucks roar fer
Sweet hours through lonesome country roads 'neath blue
Skies nary cloud is but a ghost in, poor
As saying. I told a friend I'm as a melon you
Cleaned out, sans Mum, and what as twere
Is left? LORD, give me Thy fruit. And kids too?
11Mar18b