Sonnet: Lied Lieder, Ouch (That's Love)
by John Kendall Hawkins
Visions of Kathy Bates coming at me
with a fat Slugger, which knee? quick decide
I hem-haw, she whacks not indecisively
Next thing I know I'm knee-deep in pain. Lied!
she screams, riding me like a saddle prop
into wild horse nights of ecstatic Weeeee!
until I'm a broken man, broken in, Stop!
I've no more oats to sow, Mother Machree!
You know the score, once they tame you they get bored,
they ain't waitin' round for no seven year itch
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