9th December 2013

Sonnet 38


Those guys on Tin Pan Alley could invent

Ten tunes in a day and nine times more verse -

The sentiment's still ***** excellent

It's the practice we don't want to rehearse.

Back in the day when there was only me,

Exclusive pin-up,  no witness in sight

But we acted betrothed, us like one thee

Sleeping bathed in red digital clock light:

The alarm was old songs - what were they worth?

We're not like swans (so lads' mags invocate)

Married for life, mating from this day forth;

A first kiss on every groundhog first date .

Different muses, different songs, different days...

Subject not object's the tune to your praise.