Chubby Charlie
( who’d like to lank
Don Quixote be)
winces, chews,
chews and winces,
sips and blinks,
lets drop to pub’s floor
peanut shells-
“ Once betroth’d,
abus’d or loved unwell
twice terrified, methinks.
Some of late suggest I buy a bride.
From Thailand, P.I., Timbuktu?
The method, true, s’been ages tried,
that simple much can’t be denied.
Hell, it’s to kneel
at Dulcinea’s foot,
to nuzzle her naive nape
I’ve fought these countless weeks,
these years of moons
(though flailed and failed)-
as such, the thought above
offends me much,
to such miserly ends
I’ll not be brought!”
Thus, our Charles-
or more precise,
the wound agape
in 'is distraught
and pole-axed pride
awakes and rends
and snarls and speaks.
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