My lady is a negative-positive,
To my children she is ever yes,
But always a No in my case!
My wine and its due dose,
A frequent bee, in some rose,
Turns her poetry into prosaic prose!
I am Mr.Whim, a blue blood,
With heritage of court and harem,
And my forefathers had name and fame.
I often impress her of my grace,
The royal breeding, and my race,
What a woman deserves, as her case!
I am an accident, -she implies,
Yet always wishes to repair her fate,
Though my horse carries me to new gates!
Love and faith, -the poor means of woman,
On my royal grandeur she wishes to put,
But my dignity crashes them beneath the boot.
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