If love were my intent I’d have said by now,
I seek to marry your daughter for your priceless Jersey cow,
And if you wonder why I’ll say
The cow’s grown fat from too much hay
And will feed my brothers for many a day
(Plus the bovine will keep us a while).
I don’t know why this week has ended up with three nominally comic poems. Doubtless next week it will revert to the usual material.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic