Meagan Wrote Me a Sonnet
I got a random phone call today from Meagan. She’s out living in Peterborough now. She told me to check my e-mail in a few moments, and when I did, I found this:
Although from far apart we may have sought
Orion, and the Bear, and seen alike,
What comfort could I draw from such a thought?
The stars give only warmthless, pinprick light.
Nor moon, desiring constant wax and wane,
With fearless heart could I depend upon,
Though round and massy, it will not remain -
‘Tis thus but once a month, and then ‘tis gone.
Though star and moon art spheres, with heat and mass,
But(t) substitutes, they hold no joy for me -
I cannot think of them as Kris’ass,
I may but sate my lust with memory.
For warmth, and shiny-white, and meaty-chunk,
Peerless it stands – the junk within your trunk.
I found it quite amazing. ^_^
