All English Sonnets
Ah! MAMA – III
For mama is not-here to approve,
My great imposing mansion velvet bed,
I do not feel the urge to show and prove,
My talent to the world and instead
Of talking to the woman, I have wed;
In silence I regent my life entire.
And what I sorely covet and require
Is mama in her shinning visage red,
But this is not to be and can not be,
And hence the urge to live has quickly fed.
And bloodless tissues cage and mangle me.
My happiness has through my tears bled,
And my story who ever has read,
Is bound to cry and wail helplessly.