A Riddle Wrapped In An Enigma

A Riddle Wrapped In An Enigma sonnet poems

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He did not fathom my words;
Or that ensnaring wasn’t meant for birds.
I was at my wits end;
But his stiff-necked tenacity refused to bend.
What’s sauce for the goose wasn’t sauce for the gander;
I lacked the candour and became a mere bystander.
Love at first sight, my delusion he’s the white knight;
The saccharine loaded Turkish delight.
Then I had an insight;
He is just too uptight,
To let me play my capriccioso;
The dire end will be a no-show.
Because I desire to be footloose and fancyfree;
Wistfully yearning to be my own hive’s ‘queen bee’.

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