This week’s 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups was to mark St George’s Day and the anniversary of Shakespeare’s birth with a sonnet. Both would turn in their graves, I suspect, to read my offering. (Rhymist I may be, poet I ain’t.) 😦
Her knight in shining armour
arrived much later than expected
(her hormones were much calmer –
minimal oestrogen detected).
Not for them the ups and downs
of unrequited passion,
the pair of them had done the rounds
each in their own sweet fashion;
but still the dragon had his way
and swiftly reared his head,
that green eyed monster ruled the day,
they’ve parted now, it’s said.
None did their work as well as he
they foundered over jealousy.