Sonnet 3 

2024-08-24

When the abbott came down from the Abbey
aye come to serve me sermons from his mount
his grin so sweet and hair was treasury
aye come he did, aye serve he did, and mount?
Between skincare and bed didst I you find
Even in the late hour we burned cinder
No cloth was worn but hemp bound from behind
who knew that rope served as such good tinder
You then announced slander to my dismay
too aged my flesh for us to jointly dine
thus were you trapped in takate kote
helpless to watch me slice a steak so fine
Protest you did, a phrase for every bite
betrayed by your champion rigid all night