Sonnet - 166 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

The Pup called Terry sits front within you
When you asked for the Name of your New Shirt
Affection, the News you deny the Truth
Works best with Failure to those you may hurt
Leave the page, Poet! And foot the large Bill
Then sign your Post so they could be alone
One Problem, Sir, that this Pub is my Mill
Whose Elementals do reply to my own
Risk Thought, Think Fast, Hard Touch but Sanely Slow
Such Code if settling may ask you to leave
But this is an Art Room where the Heart's Brush flows
And with her at your side you notice the Peace.
Seriously, Sir, there is no need to Shake
Enjoy the Event with her in your Make.