The neglected lover


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)          

Parody and illustration ©Mirino (PW) May, 2011

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