20 Mar 2016 – Sonnet
How many silly girls I’ve heard confess
a fixer upper’s all they want to wed;
a boy-toy they can train to eat and dress,
a home improvement project – toe to head!
You wonder: is that what their mamas taught:
a man’s an empty canvas for the hand
of woman to fill up or set at naught,
all choices made by one who understands
what’s best in every circumstance and case?
All right, I’d like to see a show of hands
of all you gentlemen who plan to chase
and win yourself a harness! What? No fans?
In Love, Dominion proves pure poison! Dross!
For someone shouting orders – wed your boss!