Perfection's something we don't often find
In awe, I fell quite underneath your spell
Gone were all thoughts of freedom from my mind
No sign of sense, which once had served me well
Our paths but crossed and straight away I knew
Resigned was I to what would be my fate
A lifetime bond must form 'twixt me and you
Today I pledge my heart, concede checkmate
Imagine my surprise to find, alack!
To someone else my lover is betrothed
I tried to find my heart and buy it back
Only to find the store already closed
Unfeigned and urgent is my anguished plea
Show pity, love, and send it back to me
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Author Notes
Today's word:
pignoratitious (adj.) pawned or pledged.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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