Poetry by Robert Dawson

A serious sonnet

Such soft allure mine eyes could feign resist
Till light denied belied thy faintest glow
And feeling touched a pursed lip to assist
Resistance by lone vote was overthrown
When suddenly a furry yellow thing
Grabbed hold with its hind legs as if for life
And eagerly began to hump in sync
With ours a trio's bestial delight
Though struggling to free our furry friend
Proved insurmountable until we ceased
We found ourselves yet able to pretend
That of the three we were the only beasts
Thus soon ended a brief unplanned affair
That ended with a mouth of yellow hair