Sonnet xxxvii -- One is the Cheapest Number

In dreams was I in love with six odd men,

Just two of them involved consummation.

And none of them felt a thing for Susan,

Treating me with scorn and condemnation.

And now I stand so near the end of life,

My body aged and gray and sagging down

I have no hope of ever being wife,

A failed and useless shadow of a clown.

And yet, I need not bow my head in shame

As no man means no fights or derision.

I can fancy myself a saucy old dame

And be in charge of ev’ry decision.

And if there is no sweet male Romeo,

I’ll cuddle with my stock Portfolio.