I could not resist

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?

 

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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

missive anon.

 

Copyright 2013

C.J. Prince

One comment

  1. David J. Bauman · April 20, 2013

    tee hee. . . I like

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