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Derek's work has been registered at the U.S. Library of Congress, so it would be a terrible financial idea to plagiarize or use any of the material found on this website for your own purposes. Nevertheless, enjoy the writing!Sonnet 48,311
(2004)
What tools, pretell, might I inquire exist
That may with ease unearth what here I’ve sought?
What clever implement could’st I enlist
To snare the precious she who can’t be caught?
To goad, coerce, or otherwise beguile;
To trap, to spur, perhaps to influence!
Such plots that do purport success a while
Are met with conscious blind indifference.
To feed a weary mule who wants not food,
Is like to preen for she who wants not love.
Extend thy hand to hers and she’ll elude:
She’ll subtly take her leave; you’ll take her glove.
There’s but one way to snare what won’t be snorn:
Employ her tack and leave the girl forlorn.
What tools, pretell, might I inquire exist
That may with ease unearth what here I’ve sought?
What clever implement could’st I enlist
To snare the precious she who can’t be caught?
To goad, coerce, or otherwise beguile;
To trap, to spur, perhaps to influence!
Such plots that do purport success a while
Are met with conscious blind indifference.
To feed a weary mule who wants not food,
Is like to preen for she who wants not love.
Extend thy hand to hers and she’ll elude:
She’ll subtly take her leave; you’ll take her glove.
There’s but one way to snare what won’t be snorn:
Employ her tack and leave the girl forlorn.