8th February 2014

Sonnet 89

Laydees hitched to men of power find their fault

Through press reportage; want to make offence

Of  intrusion, super injunctions halt

Those exposes to which there's no defence.

Man on man there's always some jealous ill,

But Laydee to Laydee that's small change:

You cheaters who forget real laydee wil -

You're not our central  issue - that's how strange

Misfortune's  prick's lashed by the female tongue

Where no thoughts of humility dwell

When a Significant Other's done them wrong:

Shames lie therein - she bitchery will tell.

    "Say that thou didst forsake mee" for debate -

      Public laydee ridicule's what I'd hate.