So many good men, all down on their luck.
Each sad tale was inspiration to drink.
How could I know they just wanted a fuck?
Sympathy pains brought me up to the brink.
There was a time when a smile would delight.
It was artless to believe in romance.
Then came snaggle tooth grins of savage spite.
I’m wiser but still entranced with the dance.
I used to be swayed by sweet flattery.
Truer words were never spoken with charm.
A long gone lover slapped sense into me.
Therefore, I am not so apt to disarm.
If you conclude: I’m too jaded by half.
Please don’t forget, I’m still good for a laugh.
PFA
21/01/05
[an:b8ae885919]Sonnets have rules regarding rhyme sequence and IP. Rather than repeat what I've come across, I'll simply refer readers who want to try a sonnet to this explanation.
http://www.yk.psu.edu/~jmj3/cre_sonn.htm[/an:b8ae885919]