COMEDY Poem: A FAILED SEDUCTION, by Michael Waterson

When I sat down to write a winning sonnet
for a contest, not a flirtatious smile,
I had framework with squat to hang on it.
After staring out the window a while,
awaiting the arrival of my muse,
mumbling, Come on, it’s only fourteen lines,
perusing every leaf and cloud for clues—
Inspiration! What I needed was wine!
They tell us wine is bottled poetry.
The beguiling bouquet of cabernet
would surely lure the sprite to sit with me
and whisper with each sip what I should say.
Farewell ambition and apprehension.
So long hope for honorable mention.

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