SONNET 106
By JH Sayyar
You left me telling me no cause;
I know you got the second mate,
Fools accept it against the laws,
You for the first now meet your fate.
You rejected me, accept other soon,
You are foolish my Lady, ask her,
How to get an issue ask the baboon,
You to be a traitor; the tongue is cur.
Beauty is an injured part of a bitch,
Around it lovers sit in a red guise,
Lick vile blood sitting in the niche,
Her vomiting do always terrorize.
No beautiful girl on earth I have seen,
Faithful to lover from fifty-to-fifteen
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