To Her Ardent Mister
Parody on Andrew Marvell’s “To My Coy Mistress”
Had we but World enough and Time
Your mating call, sir, were no crime.
If lifetimes were more than a few
I’d spend an Age for each of you.
First with a Parisian lover
For a century I’d hover.
Then hot Latino macho boy
Will fill a few decades with joy.
Then I meander solo East
On diverse cultures I would feast.
When great adventures I’m done with
I’d meditate on what Life is.
For Lady I deserve such state
Not would I love at lower rate.
Then comes the quest for the best part -
To whom I shall invest my heart.
But, sir, you’re right, there is no time
To waste on matters less sublime.
I’d rather spend all years I have
On vast eternity of Love.
Your mortal fears I’d gladly spurn,
The grave would be my last concern.
About my pores with instant Fires?!
They’ll last a lifetime to transpire.
Into my coyness do not delve
Handle your ardour, sir, yourself!
December 28, 2020
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment