Trouble Loves Pandora's Box

With breathless zeal I did the deed In this, Pandora’s dorm-room bed, Self-gloating how I did succeed At wheedling such a pert coed, A playground chum, for years I’ve known This blithe tomboy with pigtailed locks Whose beauty, swiftly, has so grown That I unsealed Pandora’s box. Oh! Involute our lives will twine, Amity quashed, once more, by tryst And all because this lust of mine Considers women millstone grist. So now, too soon, does deep regret, Companion constant in my life, Deride this fling I did beget, It chides me for this latest strife, With dread it fills me that, this morn, I must snuggle with face contrite, While she extolls a love just born: I see no hope to flee this plight! December 8, 2016 Three Choices Plus Two … Poetry Contest Sara Kendrick, Sponsor