Shall I Poem by John Sensele

Shall I like a prince in a pristine parlour
Plead for a woman's love
When the cutie's clamour
Hovers so high, so above.

Shall I like a bruised buffalo
Email the woman of my dreams
To declare my emotions in her bungalow
Where her sensual stilettos smite toughies' teams.

Shall I like a lion
Pluck up and summon coveted courage
To melt a woman from Zion
And ask for her hand in marriage.

Shall I like a donkey
Ignore a sophomore's sophistication
To cut the key
To her heart despite my procrastination mission.