The scary things love can attack a poor heart with!
Birdsong that stupefies scholars from Dartmouth;
Starlight that lays low professors from Yale;
Moonshine that renders a Harvard grad pale.
O, the agonies love'll inflict on your head!
A blow from a cudgel that leaves you half dead;
A sock in the kisser, a punch in the gut---
When Love comes a-knockin', he'll find my door shut.
Love should be quarantined, kept in a pen!
I've had the bug once; I don't want it again.
Both codger and stripling with fevers grow faint;
You think love's a picnic? I tell ya: it ain't.
From Sappho to Shelley, from Keats to Cole Porter,
This madness leaves millions in abject disorder;
From Shakespeare to Auden to pop balladeers,
Love promises laughter---but leaves 'em in tears.
Montague, Capulet, Taylor and Burton,
Heloise, Abelard, one thing's for certain:
Love's nothing but misery, pain without end.
You wanna be happy? Steer clear of it, friend.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2021-12-26 at 12:12
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