Miss Boob, miss Boob
with your shape so plump
you excite and you annoy
little babies, dear,

are hungry so, and yet
you only let men play.
Like a peacock you display
your warm soft charms, dear,

are horrible nightmares
of girls well endowed
and women left behind
cherrish the attention, dear,

all I have for you is love,
in my heart I hold you dear.

This is a little ditty I slapped together after being challenged by one Ceridwen to find a way of joining together the topics of Shakespeare and my girlfriend.  Naturally I couldn’t pass up the challenge and since a dramaturgist I am not and there was once a time when I thought of myself as a bit of a poet the humble sonnet was an obvious choice.

However, the careful observer will note that the only semblance of a sonnet in this poem is the stanza structure, there is no rhyme to speak of – so not a sonnet, and the verse doesn’t follow a ten syllable lambic pentameter either … but hey, it was fun to write.

Just for the record, the whole intertwining of sentences and meaning between stanzas is just a little something I’ve lately picked up from Wilde’s Charmides and The Burden of Itys.

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