To Her Cheeky Master
This a sonnet response to Andrew Marvell's "To His Coy Mistress".
Don't take it too seriously, for me it was more for comedy's sake than anything else (oh and for homework).
I would keep you waiting. Until the end
Of time, space and the world we call a home.
For I do not love you, like you to me,
Your love is unrequited, dog and bone.
A marble tomb would give me freedom, and
Security, freedom from harassment,
And security from your horrid lust,
Unless, your mind is twisted, foul and bent.
You give me a choice, yet you already
Know the answer I had given here.
Why must you trouble a woman, when she
Cannot in this world make herself more clear?
Don’t toil, as my heart is somewhere yonder,
Why cannot you leave me be? I wonder.
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