Elizabeth and Patrick
Poet Patrick always thirsts for Mondays at the Bowdoin Bar,
Counts the hours till he once more can see his brightly-shining star:
Fair Elizabeth, hard-working, mixing cocktails with a smile --
How her wit is scintillating! how her face and voice beguile!
Poet Patrick, bleary, beery, calls Elizabeth his queen:
"O most kind and noble spirit! Lo, thy countenance serene!"
"Have another Narragansett," says Elizabeth to him.
"I adore you!" cries the poet. She: "Your vision's getting dim."
"Sweet Elizabeth, goddess, idol, magic moonlight, sparkling wine,
You're the loveliest soul I've seen since Laura back in '89!"
"Patrick, you’re a silly fellow; spare me that romantic stuff."
"Dear Elizabeth, archangel! --" "Stop! I think you've had enough."
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2017-11-04 at 13:55
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