Sonnet Of A Sober Drunk
I am a bedraggled mess, because of you I lose sleep! Oh because of You! I wonder how? ! Did
You not plan your sweet tasting coup and overthrew my reason; my Emotions to be subject to
I found no favour in bars, or pubs and searched chateaus for the Perfect wine, but good drink
Makes you covet it, and cheap wine tastes of infatuation and sweet-Bitter after tastes; so
After the best I did pine.
My shabby clothes are mistaken for persona, appreciating not book But simple cover; I’m a
Man who dresses past Solomon in heart to pursue as a suitor a most Faithful lover.
My smell keeps people away from me but keeps you ever so near; they Told me to wash and
Forget about you but they don’t know who favour might kiss, not one Of them be a seer.
Then I came across a chateau, a long since forgotten one, but with All the fruits of a farmer’s
Effort gone to waste; in the faithful cellar was all but one bottle - I had to have a taste.
I had but a sip –I had found a good thing. If this place were mine To have all finance of mine in
This would be sunk, the place would be restored as a virgin and off Of these sweet grapes I’d
Get most passionately drunk.
Your affections would be beautifully bottled for my pleasure and I Would uncork with loving
Care; the finest of tastes, the rarest of years, you’re type is Extremely hard to come by: with
Any I would refuse to share.
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