a kind of sonnet

[billy]

i liked the Spencer Davies group

[milo]

i liked the Spencer Davies group

Can we just move this to the arse already?

[Obadiah Grey]

When I have risen early from my bed
to force myself to best the day’s surmise,
I find my mood is ragged, hollow, shred.
I hate dawn’s rosy fingers at sunrise.

I’d rather stay all twined within my sheets --
For you are there. And leaving you behind
when staying promises delights aesthetes
would die to taste and revel in supine
is foolishness, and like to wrath the gods
for spurning their good gift to me that’s you.
But duty calls and duty wants its aching due
so sore a thing its burden is; the bloody sod.
And so I grumble up myself to face anew
another day far from the nesting of
your arms, far from the rest you bring to me
when I, within their fold, am made to see
how blissful life can be, how it’s enough,
not wealth, or fame, to lift me up to glee.
But then I think of how you wait for my return,
and I can glibly say to duty then,
O burn and burn, you bleeding wanker, burn!

Peeka boo, Jeffery !

A kind of sonnet is a phrase that sits snuggly with me, as hard as blow hards may blow,,,, you CANNOT nail the buggers down !! but this is pushing it..

Too many pronouns in this Jeffrey,,,,, take yourself out of it.

Obi.