The Poet and His New Discerning Maid
The poet was in love; as was his wont,
he took his lovely lady to the dell,
a place of solitude, his favorite haunt,
where two could go. . . and this is what befell:
With images of pleasure in his mind,
he led the fresh and beautiful young maid
through nature’s Eden. . . Soon they were reclined
upon a blanket in a secret glade.
the murmur of a stream, the trill of birds
accompanied him as he then intoned
his well-rehearsed and flowery sweet words
when unexpectedly, the maiden groaned. . .
“Please cut this short. Your jumbled verse is stale,
and tell me in that basket there’s some ale!”
Feb. 24, 2014 for the Angel of Odd Contest.
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