Pastural Love (A Springtime Sonnet)
by Vegas Waterman

Shall we (you and I) away, then hie
To hillocks sweet with grass, or bowered wood
Where (softly!) Zephyrs stir in dappled, pie-
Balled ecstasy? Come, Love, please, say you would!

Thyne every Doe-eyed gaze and sway of hip
Suggest a Bond that only Lovers know;
Though ne'er such Utterance shall pass thy Lips
I can discern, ne'er less our Love will grow!

But O! My Soul, doth Human-kind deplore
Our Love (not kind to kind, thus, Bent for Hell);
Through Thunder, Lightning, Earthquake, Tempest...More!,
I'd follow, Dumb, your brassy, Bossy bell.

I'll have you yet! (The Abattoir awaits):
Two all-beef patties, Special Sauce, lettuce, cheese,
Pickles, onions on a Styrofoam plate!