The Walter Robin Manuscripts
The Sonnets

She's the falsest fair that was ever unkind

Her fickle fancies are cunning and cruel

This is the answer that all men shall find,

'A man is only one 'no' from a fool.'

At sweet meats and dainties she turns up her nose

Gallant gifts return no gain for the giver,

Cruel words rain down like ham-fisted blows,

The ice in her look makes the warm-hearted shiver.

Fond sonnets are mocked with dreadful disdain

Her harsh reply leaves the charmer aghast

'The Queen of the Harpies,' the rhymers complain

Suit gentle serves but for her wit's repast.

This is the answer that all men shall rue,

For unto me only is she faithful and true.

Author's Notes