At The Parting (A Sonnet In Blank Verse)

Alas! I never thought that you and I,

     Dear one, would part so very, very soon;

     When first we met, ah, happy, happy day!

I clung to you for hours, my snow white teeth

Imbedded in your coarse and towy hair.

And then one day they took us hence, afar,

     Unto a boudoir rare and costly, where

     They threw us down, and soon alas! we knew

That we had only met, sweetheart, to part.

We met to part, to part and nothing more;

Alas, alack – aday! And nothing more!”

     Such were the words of deep despair, ‘tis said,

     Which young Alphonso Iv’ry comb addressed

To stiff-backed Madame Angelina Brush.

Dec. 13, ‘04