6th January 2014

Sonnet 63

7.20am and you're up now,

Last night's too tired and emotional , (ore worne?)

For coming to bed: you slept on your brow

Face down on the sofa until this morn;

Small birds have intelligence to know the night

Belongs to owls and not any drunk king,

Even loud cocks manage to stay out of sight

Love - If you've SAD - hibernate til Spring

Or I'll be a widow and fortifie

My lost youth under some skilled surgeon's knife

While your whiskey-lined face is a memory

I'll take a stab at swinging single's life.

Cheers!  Keep drinking (fish forget what they've seen),

You push it up, I'll be spending, what's green.