Love Doggerel

[Brownlie]

Here's is my contribution to the doggerel genre of love poetry (well good thing its doggerel):


Before continuing, I'll say I know
My drool is often barking minstrelsy.
That all the cur which I Invoke may howl and beg
Ironically, between the gold and lead
Of Cupid’s bloody potent blind extension.
In such a case, I’ll stammer blind myself,
and sear my retinas in the name of Love
As violently as an Adamic trope.
In such a case as that as Love
My argument …
Will take me smoking in the park at night,
Like a spectral fiend,  searching for my true.

Edit:
Before continuing, I'll say I know
As violently as an Adamic trope.
That Love and all its gold and lead,
will take me smoking in the park at night
like a spectral fiend, searching for my true.