This piece was written for this week’s Terrible Poetry challenge, a love sonnet, and was joint winner.
Be still, my swell-ed heart, by Shake’s peer (aka Doug Jacquier)
I did but see her glassy-eyed, astride
her pied ride as she wended to her home,
sighing in her saddle set to the side,
clutching her cask of wine to her bos-ome.
Full sore my lovesick heart (and other parts) swell’d
as Cupid’s arrow shrived my mortal soul
and I resolved to plight my troth once held
by the Fair Youth at my watering hole.
Dark Lady, I fulsome cried, be my bride
and let us to Lethe flee and there be wed.
She fix-ed me full-faced but gimlet-eyed
and intoned words that ‘minded of the dead.
“Marry, not marry, for I’m wed to Sid
but your other needs, whatsay twenty quid?”