Sonnet 96 – Elvira
Is Slowly Leaving the Building
She moves like
Quasimodo, not Jagger
Her hair is
white, her skin sags and wrinkles
To walk with
cane has taken her swagger
And her day is
ruled by poops and tinkles
Reading great
books was not her specialty
Nor did she
paint or sing or play guitar
She toyed with
dialogue’s simplicity
She was an
able worker, not a star
In short, she was
simply not good enough
For a well
read, talented, handsome man
Trust me,
Angel, admitting it is tough
But I have to
understand why you ran
May you find a
Queen worthy of your throne
And makes both
your brain and manhood moan.
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