Humor Poetry posted January 6, 2018


Exceptional
This work has reached the exceptional level
Sonnet

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. :))

Pays one point and 2 member cents.


Save to Bookcase Promote This Share or Bookmark
Print It View Reviews

You need to login or register to write reviews. It's quick! We only ask four questions to new members.


© Copyright 2018. michaelcahill All rights reserved. Registered copyright with FanStory.
michaelcahill has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.