Sonnet from the Porch de Guise
Sep. 15th, 2009 10:52 amSomewise the worse for week-end wear am I,
ha'ng droove fra' 10 till 3, sore underslept,
and ta'en what seemed namo than brevest lie
at 'Comfort Inn' (sic, fancifully clept)
avaunt of rude conveyance to the fields
to sweat, unwater'd, whipt, and watch'd alway,
to pick and gin swich fruit the seson yields:
proposal bolls (and heirloom résumé).
So bring a little coffee, Sylvie, bring
a little coffee now-ow; bring a lit-
tle coffee, Sylvie, ev'ry once in a while:
that I might my mastren mollify wit' wit
and bit by bit the brutest beast beguile...
ah, mind tha' not: der Schlaf is beckoning...
ha'ng droove fra' 10 till 3, sore underslept,
and ta'en what seemed namo than brevest lie
at 'Comfort Inn' (sic, fancifully clept)
avaunt of rude conveyance to the fields
to sweat, unwater'd, whipt, and watch'd alway,
to pick and gin swich fruit the seson yields:
proposal bolls (and heirloom résumé).
So bring a little coffee, Sylvie, bring
a little coffee now-ow; bring a lit-
tle coffee, Sylvie, ev'ry once in a while:
that I might my mastren mollify wit' wit
and bit by bit the brutest beast beguile...
ah, mind tha' not: der Schlaf is beckoning...