INFATUATION

She looked up at the sunny sky

And in cool mellifluous notes enquired,

“Love, is it day or is it night?”

He alerted, surveyed her face:

The sea was calm and betrayed no storm.

So, with courage upgathered, he replied,

“Love, it is day as the sun shines bright in the sky wide.”

A squall then struck from the hills behind.

The sea got ruffled and caught in a bind.

Out emerged a roaring retort,

“No, it is night as I do say.

Surely, your wits have not left to play?”

Bowing to the tide of his love’s angry might,

He meekly replied, “You are right, my love, it surely is night.”

As days rolled by in the tram of time

And he sought rest from this tiring pastime

He collected himself and assayed to say,

“How beautiful is the moon, my love, tonight!’

Two Sirens of wrinkles on her brow appeared.

They clapped him dead as she gruffly said,

“What a fool you are to be thinking so!

Go, leave me alone and never your face do show.”