Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Fragment #33

#33
If only, I, O gold crowned Aphrodite
Could win this lot, could you allow me
To have some good fortune, this I plea
                   Let the heavens decree

Would this guarantee a love to last
I would forget about those of the past
Try to choose a new one quick and fast
                   Your blessing is cast

I wouldn’t know what to do if I was happy
Poets have to lament, bewail, not be flappy
And foolish, not be sentimental, silly, sappy
                   I must take a nappy

I know it’s not in the stars for me to win
I just have to bear it and smile, grin
Let’s call for the drawing to begin
                   So my hapless hope can end

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