A Sonnet For The Frustrated Romantic

(Read this before being the honored lunch guest)

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I told myself I’d write myself a sonnet
that would wow all the ladies
but I ain’t picked up my pen, so better get on it
to find a romantic theme — perhaps Hades —

’cause I get no ideas peering at the night all starry
nor seeing the sliver of moon shining on your eyes
so I’m cramming my head to avoid writing malarkey
but all that comes to mind is a swarm of dirty flies

feasting on soured milk and block of moldy gouda
joined by a grotesque beady-eye hyena
licking the remnants of its last meal of a barracuda
it absconded with while traveling in Argentina

but I realized that the flies and hyena were still hungry
so instead of eating spoiled food they feasted on me.