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In Days of Yore

In days of yore a lady's heart was won Through chivalry and deeds of derring-do. If swain proved false, she'd bid the knave be gone, Adjust her cap and look for someone new. By age fifteen a maid was in her prime, Her window for a spouse a narrow slit. She could not pule and pine for love sublime, And oft as not would take what she could get. When knight set out to win his lady fair, Through joust or other mortal combat act, He knew that love for him she would forswear Lest he prevailed with manly parts intact. Today true love is not so much a chore, And less dramatic than in days of yore.

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Date: 8/11/2023 3:54:00 PM
Fine Sonnet, Jim. I enjoyed the read and the logic. Thanks for sharing. Bill
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Jim Slaughter
Date: 8/12/2023 10:27:00 AM
Thank you for reading, Bill.
Date: 8/11/2023 12:21:00 PM
Ha! Hey eunuchs have their advantages. He'll never cheat. What I'm really impressed with is you nailed iambic pentameter. Not everyone has the gift
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Jim Slaughter
Date: 8/12/2023 10:26:00 AM
Thank you, Tom. I worked on sonnets for a long time. I really enjoy creating them. Iambic seems to be the one I do most often. And re "eunuchs"...becoming one, I don't think would/could be considered an "advantage".
Date: 8/11/2023 11:18:00 AM
Love the sly humor you’ve injected in this poem, Jim!
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Jim Slaughter
Date: 8/12/2023 10:24:00 AM
Thanks, Ilene....sly?

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