Sonnet IX
I once had all for which I could have dreamed:
A warm place where my chilled body could toast,
My crust was hale; my cheese was soft and creamed
And there! My better half that I loved most
But fast like startled dough my fortunes fell With flesh, once fresh, turned stale and hard as stone; She parted without even a farewell Leaving me bitter, broken and alone
Now as I drink away my passing years (Enough to make a dozen men go blind), My glass collects these falling onion tears While just one slurring thought rolls round my mind:
Perhaps she would still be with me tonight, If we’d have borne a mini bagel bite.
But fast like startled dough my fortunes fell With flesh, once fresh, turned stale and hard as stone; She parted without even a farewell Leaving me bitter, broken and alone
Now as I drink away my passing years (Enough to make a dozen men go blind), My glass collects these falling onion tears While just one slurring thought rolls round my mind:
Perhaps she would still be with me tonight, If we’d have borne a mini bagel bite.
