dcmarti1 Posted August 1, 2013 Share Posted August 1, 2013 I am eight hundred years too lateTo write afresh of courtly love.Besides, I'm gay, so what's the point?There is no maid for me to save.To write afresh of courtly loveWould nowadays be just a joke.Why fawn upon a turtle dove?I've got my chicken I can choke.Besides, I'm gay, so what's the point?I might just end up in her dress.But with a pen I could disjointA rhyme in which I claim duress."There is no maid for me to save!"Will be my most lamenting cry.I'll take my secret to the grave:The poem shall be just a lie.February 2013 The rhyme in stanzas 2, 3, and 4 are not authentic to retourne. I just wanted to experiment after getting the first stanza written. Oh, I make no claim to sainthood despite the clerical garb. I am what I am. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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