Sonnets, Unruly and Ruly
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Perhaps he ought to be ashamed that, if
You smell the bodies of his sonnets, you
Will often get at least the slightest whiff
Of rudeness, lowdown topics, subjects blue
In sex, and sauciness. Perhaps he ought
To feel some shame that noble matters are
Not always his concern, his sonnets fraught
With naughtiness, or worse, and some so far
Unruly that he cannot post them (yet).
Nobility is not his natural oeuvre
In fact, he’d rather deal with loving’s sweat
Than dukes who have their coats of arms to proeuvre.
..Despising peerages and all such things,
….His poems do not always spread cleansed wings.
