An Old Man's Sonnet Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones

There’s no one here! We’re sitting in the dark
So now is not the time to be pedantic
I'd rather take your hand and be romantic
It's warmer here and safer than the park

For your sweet youth has lit my inner fire.
I hope that you reciprocate my passion
Imagine that obesity's in fashion
And kindly disregard my extra tyre.

I'll tease you, bend you, mould you to my will
And I will write you sonnets by the score
Soliloquies you've never heard before
Italian, Shakespeare, till you've had your fill

Until our hearts are quieted and still
And poets songs are silenced evermore.