Sonnet 59 – Prithee, My Love--You’re Nuts

Sonnet 59 – Prithee, My Love--You’re Nuts

Love means never having to say “You’re nuts”

And that is where I ended ev’ry time

I’d like to meet a man who had some guts

(At last, I have a word that rhymes with rhyme)

But those men who can make relationships

Have successfully committed for life

Alas, the rest are egocentric drips

Who want a brainless body for a wife

I think I took too long to get this straight

And wasted precious time on hopeless cases

I believe it’s better never than late

These legs are only good for watching races

I only have the time to be a friend

And share a few wry laughs before the end