(Violet, you asked for it)
Here’s your damned sonnet
Let’s see what you think of this
You brazen hussy
She toys with me (and many other men;
She knows no shame, her conquests crowd the wires)
She puts me down and picks me up again,
Demanding my attention till she tires.
Oh Mr Man, she euphemises oft,
Please come and sit beside me, in this crook
I’ll make, and let me show how very soft
I can be. Would you read me, from your book?
So, deviously, she manipulates
My will, until I have no more to say
And, abject, do whatever she dictates
From Mountain Time, a hemisphere away.
But soft! What haiku calls? Could it be that
I came here to write something ’bout a cat?
My little pink tongue
Is hungry for fulfilment.
Have you any… cream?