another poem prompted by NaPoWriMo yesterday, the prompt resting in the bed of a personal want ad. Shakespeare came to mind. What would a wench write?
NEVER MIND THE CATS
WANTED: Swain with swagger,
a well bred champion to bedazzle
this maiden of 40 winters upon her
brow. Do not tarry lest the brave
day sink into another horrid night.
Forsake time passing. Send