Poem 390 – If Love Were My Intent

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).


Dear readers,

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.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic


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