A tale of dark doings a long time ago.....
Physician Beware.
Sire a fire hath exploded
within my breast,
With which it appears thou
seem ill at ease.
Prithee be calmed Sir,
I merely request
An assurance,
there be proper reason
For knocking thy bedchamber
door this night
With motive only to obtain
a sweet remedy.
Pray should I ignore this heart
pounding tight
That draws in my breath ?
wilt thou think me
Less if I ask thee to feel
here comely heat ?
Would'st have some potion
on thy shelf
To assuage this condition ?
let me repeat
On my oath Sire, 'tis only thyself
I would perchance needs
fashion solution
To these bold palpitations.
Oh Sir 'tis true
I confess thou hast
kindled this blaze, ruination
Befalls me
if I ignore more thy wooing.
Physicain beware
how I proffer mine heart.
This fine Lady seeks treatment,
so pray make a start.
Hold your tongue woman , my examination could result in an altercation! A wanton woman, with a toff! my God girl , i could get, struck off!
You have quite a scandal going on here. I hope there are no eves-droppers in the hall. This gave me a good chuckle. Very tongue & cheek. A poet friend. RH Peat
Lo! Doth mine quill dare t' harken that 'ye must hath shadow'd the bloody mind of the Master,Poe? Aye, an' that thy dearest Fay be a comely accolade t' lay upon ye ! \\\FjR///
lovely im sure he has just the right treatment
beautiful language. beautiful poetry.
now ..where is my stethescope...love the language
This course of treatment requires multiple applications