A Gentleman Suitor To His Beloved
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“My darling, let us sit down upon the grass.
Though the firmament fall, my love for thee tis sure to last.
Other men may betray, but my heart is steadfast.
Let us be quick my sweet, for I must dash”.
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The Lady’s Response To Her Suitor
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“Sweetheart, the ground is wet and cold,
To recline upon it would quite ruin my clothes.
The heavens show no sign of falling,
Besides, I hear mama calling”.
Where they one of a kind?
Did they in romance combine?
Did they dance through the night by the moonlight?
Did the stars up above shine down on their love?
Was it joy they did find?
Who knows, she left her shoes behind.
“Trust the people” he said, in a manner most beguiling.
The people harkened to his words, their eyes smiling and, afar off the sound of knives being sharpened was heard.
I’m so nice and modest to, you’d like me, I’d like you to. I’m lacking in vice, so incredibly nice, my modesty shines through!
I sit watching you making my surfaces gleam, my efficient cleaning machine. What do you think as you clean, my hard working cleaning machine? Do you see
a snob? A man to lazy to clean his own flat, with a good job? Do you see me as free, reading with a book upon my knee? Would you like to trade places with
me, To sit in comfort, while I toil with a book upon your knee? Tell me, my equal what do you think of me?
There was a young lady called Clare who liked to dance on the stair. One day she did slip, and fractured her hip, so now she dances on chairs.
K Morris - Poet 