424 – Sonnet 424

Poem 424

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Sonnet 424

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Our love is as a slice of steaming pie

Triangular and full of hot rabbit,

The gravy of thy soul flow’d past mine eye

Oh how fortunate was I to grab it

How easy ‘twould have been for other men

To have supp’d upon your sweet season’d sauce,

To have impress’d you with their spoon and then

Forlorn, my life set out on alter’d course

Oh mercy then, dear heaven’s fair remark

That I should be the one to chew your crust

That we two in ceramic bowl embark’d

Together from hot pie to pastry dust

.       Thou art sublime in meat, and carrot chew’d

.       The oven baked pie and our love ensued.

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