26th May 2014

Sonnet 150

If it hadn't  been twenty-eight* I might

Have lent that gross Dark Laydee  wit some sway;

But equating love with beer goggle sight

Turned all my dawns to red PMT day.

Your love hangover's self-inflicted ill

Fuelled by bad alcohol related deeds;

A failure to launch small rapier skill

Means disappointment performance exceeds.

Let's split same day we marry and here's more:

 Keep it no-fault,  exit cheaply ex-hate

(Rich lawyers claim blind "love" rhymes with "abhor"),

No blame No shame DIY's divorce rate.

    Five Cosmos** and the magic happened for me -

    More crazy I to wait for love from thee.


* Theory that  twenty-eight sonnets in the Dark Lady sequence  correspond to female menstrual cycle.

**Cosmopolitan cocktails