sir, I can sense you're in a rush
so focused on your latest crush
you spin me tales of ageless love
and vegetables, lord above!
make the sun run, how bold, indeed
but if you are sir, to succeed
at first you must present a ring
then I shall listen to you sing
about the Ganges, and the sun
and how you plan to make it run
or else, your lust will turn to dust
and I'll refuse it, as I must
time's winged chariot does grow near
and I see it is late, oh dear
my other suitor's coming soon
the thought of him does make me swoon
I'll leave you then, to contemplate
but not too long, or you'll be late
Author notes: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44688/to-his-coy-mistress a response to To His Coy Mistress
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