mindful and mad

Though naught upon my heart,

The darlings sing

Of Spring so lovely,

Of thawing blooms

And sumptuous fruit

I never wished partake.

Not oft a brief perusal

Upon proposals

Or fleeting fascinations.

All yet abandoned,

Heart bereft of wanting.

All until thee,

I feel the urge for gaming

And food

But like real food

And not just cookies

But my bed

That sweet siren

She delays my release

WENCH!

CEASE YOUR FOUL SORCERY

For I am a human being

and must do human things

Nay she doth reply