Poem: the picketh up line


An ancient young man seated in a hall with a woman he wants to court. Credit: JM

“tell me about thy passions, thy fav’rites, thy int’rests”

the v’ry first w’rds to ev’r sayeth to h’r

in a hall we hadst gone as sheep to receiveth spiritual feedeth

and so luckily sitting on the same bench with h’r, didst i sayeth these w’rds to h’r

f’r the lady wast eloquent as the lady did teach me about h’r mak’r, the mak’r who is’t eke madeth abraham

and yond madeth me liketh h’r!

since h’r allistic int’rests w’re eke mine own autistic special int’rests

so i hadst to court h’r cometh what may.


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