7th May 2014

Sonnet 141

(It's not good, hating on Her* with your eyes:

Fresh weds you know you really should take note:

It may take some time, but you will dispise

The one on whom your loved-up optics dote.)

So, Shakespeare - a man  less than delighted

Finding both him and his 5 sences prone

To dark sex the beast in him invited

When his more manly love left him alone.

What he should've told her was "Love - you can

Be a bit more me and a lot less thee

Til it gets legal to be man to man;

Pretty pretty please  - let's pretending be?

    Dumbed down verse  (in  no way poetry's gain):

    But hating on ho's Will - that's guy sex  paine.

*or Him
**I appreciate that there is some debate as to the correct plural of "ho".