Dennis Lambert Poems
A Romantic's Lament
As a ROMANTIC, ladies, I used to feel just swell,
But now, to tell the truth, I simply feel like hell.
Every line tried and true, she already seems to know,
And now I know, t’is open season on this Romeo!
When I say, “My lady, let me sweep you off your feet, ”
She coldly offers broom and pan and says, “JUST sweep! ”
When I say I’ll be your knight in shining armor,
She sneers, “Polish first these pots and pans, you silly charmer! ”
In the moonlight I appear beneath her balcony,
And I have with me my sweetly flowing poetry.
“For you, a rose, my ...
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