sonnet #1,608

I dodged you near the altar, dreamt in doze,
Not thinking through, awoke a minute late,
My feelings fancy flooding drowned our date
And hour, as we'd got wise great friends, small foes.
I thought our marriage licence might just close
Out stroppy suitors from the chapel gate,
Placate in-laws I by turns love and hate,
Enough guest couples arm in arm, God knows.
I fear your trusting views, kept under veil,
Those blinking eyes I love, your baby face,
Most pretty girls move on in time a trace,
Where darker locks and deeper features scale.
The best man tapped the blacksmith talking shop
Next door, he found me fidgeting, that fop.

(Chorus)

o shop
o boutique
o emporium

sonnet #1,607

Now your mum's foisted you the facts of life,
My daughter, learn the facts of life from dad,
I know that teen years teem with strife
In hormone bursts, I hedge recalling how that's bad.
The world's irrational, and wobbling mad,
I'd rather see you ever some bloke's wife,
Low water mark acknowledged, not a cad,
Enjoying employment, thrown to rigours rife.
We're not your best friends one summer season,
We'd rather love you distanced, nearby dwell,
And not sabotage things, serve up treason
With force, a laughing lax or heckling hell.
But rules are rules, that you do we can't fuss,
Achieve that you now choose, no less than us.

(Chorus)

o fuss
o ado
o clamour

sonnet #1,606

I, Judas, carped that carpentry workshop,
First spied the medical veneer spruce chest
For amputees and scabbers, splint for lop,
Where repetition randomly does wrest.
As Marcus Crassus' error margin crop
Was decimation, Herod-like assessed,
Insurance via consensus census drop,
His sixteen thousand crucified at best.
If snitches say that one survived the boss,
Well, greed does get done glossed, if ever cheap,
And fasting thinned bones can enlarge the leap
When booze numbed brittle, set on skinflint cross.
I've counted crooks who're crucified by nods,
A toss, my waking dreams aware of odds.

(Chorus)

o nods
o bows
o ducks