Out upon it, I have loved
Three minutes together!
It might have been three times more
Had she not been a blether.
Time will never favour love
In verbose company,
And there's no one in the world
As loquacious as she.
But the poxy fault is mine,
Wayward and over-eager
Love for me is not with words,
My parlance is quite meagre.
My parlance is quite meagre-
Fatal disparity,
And the very reason why
She has no time for me.
With apologies to John Suckling (1609 - 1642)
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Parody and illustration ©Mirino (PW) May, 2011
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