A sonnet: fourteen pick-up lines in rhyme
From ugly-duckling poets to hot chicks.
The cygnet sonneteer cheeps it’s a crime
That Miss World’s not his but some other prick’s.
Petrarch wooed Laura, big-bosomed yet dainty;
Dante wanted Beatrice’s matchless calves;
Shakespeare, he craved both Fair Friend and Dark Lady –
The Bard was known to do nothing by halves.
Were ten syllables in five iambic feet
Really enough to impress a lady fair?
Did her heart pound to their pulsating beat?
Could fourteen lines like foreplay lay bare?
No – most sonnets to untouchable females
Went the way of unsolicited emails.
