Another sonnet.


If The Price Is Right...

Allow me give a preemptive amend,
Godsend thee from this glee I hate to spring,
A petulance were least of all I send
Forgive me, truth, I'd not the world to fling;
But if you be a man, de integro
With lights from knowledge's good home of rest
Of course, you one-of-all, would deftly know
This mind, with cool lament as well as jest;
If coins, the things that burst from evil's loins,
Speak to us with morale morality
They're not a single finger from his groins,
And dare, them both be faced pallidly

A circumstance would have my pants a-ground
Herein the density of gold were bound




Sonnet by weirdzarun
Read 593 times
Written on 2008-06-26 at 09:33

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