Love Thyself

{Inspired by my ancestor William Wycherley’s lust for women of all varieties: ‘For Variety in Love’.}

‘Telephone Pole’ image from Pixabay.com (creative commons)

To myself, I am devoted still,
I’ll n’er grow bored, or have my fill,
’tis true that in my heart am I,
Stuck thick as thieves to my great thigh!

My thigh, it’s great circumference,
sure holds me up, to take my stance
to tell the world and God up high
there’s more to me than meets the eye!

With red gone grey, they think I’ve gone
But, from this brain, there’s more to come
’tis clear that in my prime, am I,
So full of wit, I’ll make them cry!

Too bad my joke that yester-year,
my little sprogs grew up to fear,
has now got lost on mountain high
of muddled thoughts that multiply!

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018

 

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Whose Pride, as her I with more Labour gain, Is more my Honour, Pleasure, as my Pain; Is he writing about Corbyn?

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  2. Jay Cool says:

    Yes, Wycherley was really one of Dr Who's incarnations!

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