Humor Poetry posted January 6, 2018

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Of Swords and Pens and Merriment

by michaelcahill

With eyes and loins ablaze, I spy my prize;
my chamber won't be lonely 'ere this night.
My tongue is tracing her sweet lips and thighs;
each whispered dream I'll gladly soon requite.
I draw my sword and slice the air with glee.
Just hear those oohs and aahs, can you resist?
My codpiece glimmers, yes, I know you see.
Of course, you'll learn its myst'ry ... I insist!
But to the bookish scribe she saunters near,
she pays no notice to this flexing fool.
For pity sakes, she swoons and holds him dear--
whilst on my head I stand and slobber drool.
Oh, woe be me-- in shame, I bow my head ...
but look, a sweeter dame to grace my bed!


Sonnet Poetry Contest contest entry

Note: "myst'ry". I realize most people would pronounce "mystery" with two syllables along with the flow of the poem. However, for accuracy's sake it is necessary to note the missing third syllable in a contest. :))

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