My Sonnet
By: Anonymous

Oh my, my blood pressure skyrockets high;
Oh boy, her face envelopes me with joy;
Her lilting voice lifts me up to heaven
Towards a face just right for a good boy.

Yonder modest dress shows almost no skin
Yet I know not what is drawing me close.
Just getting near, what a strange mood I'm in!
All I'll get is a blown kiss at the mos'.

Perhaps I could give her a look askance.
Maybe perform a funny dance for her.
A spear through the heart, from her, just one glance.
An anvil on the head, another cur.

But, of course, what could get her divorce?
I can't just take her baby using force!

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