Humour In The Bridal Suite Poem by james watkin
Humour In The Bridal Suite
Acquired with a landowner's
Signing of a deed
Your body's estate! Having
ploughed but gently o'er
Which pleasured response yielding
Wheat's rippling that ripens in
Sun's sung-through outpour.
Grumble not o former waste
Howled forlorn through, and
Of wolves' sniffing gait! From what
I've now walled you off
By which promise built up is
Of vow-making's durableness
There's no room to scoff!
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