Thursday, January 31, 2008

2008~1981



Thursday, January 10, 2008

Of fated party born

Right from the start
ole Bob gifted his heart
but Peg’s wealth gave him pause
er his pride be the cause
rather humble his birth
twas meager his girth

love's first glance he did tumble
oh but no gift was the stumble
verily her gaiety waited
every hour past was fated
simply broken he dreaded

Peg’s patience being shredded
ending my sonnet I disparage
given I was born of this marriage

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(((This 14 line sonnet for a Valentines day contest reads first letter down:
Robert loves Peg)))

Robyn