A Sonnet With A Sting. Poem by anne seite

Kind gentleman, step forth, I need a word.
Mock not till my diatribe you have heard,
for I would speak to you of sweet romance,
but see you raise eyebrows, and smile askance.

My needs remain the same, though fashions change,
yet from past courtly ways you're now estranged.
No gentle kiss to stem a flood of tears.
Nor whispered words that fall on waiting ears.
No poems couched on perfumed billet doux,
in words that seemed to be a part of you.
You'll need no charger, nor a flashing blade,
kind thought will suffice to come to my aid.

So put the seat down, close the toilet door,
And, through our honied nights, try not to snore.
P.S. And, now, before communications crash,
let in the dog, put out the cat and trash! .