{"id":787,"date":"2009-09-15T20:18:37","date_gmt":"2009-09-16T03:18:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=787"},"modified":"2010-05-10T08:02:36","modified_gmt":"2010-05-10T15:02:36","slug":"sonnet-ix","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=787","title":{"rendered":"Sonnet IX"},"content":{"rendered":"<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">I once had all for which I could have dreamed:<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">A warm place where my chilled body could toast,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">My crust was hale; my cheese was soft and creamed<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">And there! My better half that I loved most<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">But fast like startled dough my fortunes fell<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">With flesh, once fresh, turned stale and hard as stone;<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">She parted without even a farewell<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Leaving me bitter, broken and alone<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Now as I drink away my passing years<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">(Enough to make a dozen men go blind),<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">My glass collects these falling onion tears<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">While just one slurring thought rolls round my mind:<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Perhaps she would still be with me tonight,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">If we\u2019d have borne a mini bagel bite.<\/span><\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[125,109,19,62,21,8],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/787"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=787"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/787\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1592,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/787\/revisions\/1592"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=787"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=787"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=787"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}