More Shakespeare's Sonnets

By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 16: The Poet
(Inspiration 5)

When I remember times when we were one,
Together talking t'wards the midnight hours,
Explaining women 'neath the midnight sun:
Indeed, those times alone were really ours.
We'd talk of women's makeup, women's fashions,
Elaborating on that woman's morals,
Expounding on this woman's baser passions,
Which oft foretell of frequent lover's quarrels.
We'd while the night away with daring rhyme
That oft could shock or sway a woman's heart;
And ere the topics even stale, the time
Would draw its close, and on our way we'd start.
       Methinks at times you make a king of me,
       Upraising me to raise a king-to-be.

(To be continued...)

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