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100wordsTitle: A Jeevesian Sonnet
Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster
Rating: Gen
Notes: To a gentleman from a gentleman's gentleman
Some lovers turn to Shakespeare for their words,
while some compose the poetry themselves.
In declarations penned, some soar like birds
then dip wherever inspiration delves.
Some lovers use ambrosia, honeyed phrases,
while some declare themselves in simple oath.
Some letters reek of perfume, fragrant praises.
Some woo. Some win. Some even manage both.
My lover knows my heart, what makes it pound,
what’ll draw a certain something to my lips.
Like this hastily scrawled missive I’ve just found,
which thrills me to my well-buffed fingertips.
“Give the pink spats to the deserving poor.
I shan’t ever wear them anymore.”
Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster
Rating: Gen
Notes: To a gentleman from a gentleman's gentleman
Some lovers turn to Shakespeare for their words,
while some compose the poetry themselves.
In declarations penned, some soar like birds
then dip wherever inspiration delves.
Some lovers use ambrosia, honeyed phrases,
while some declare themselves in simple oath.
Some letters reek of perfume, fragrant praises.
Some woo. Some win. Some even manage both.
My lover knows my heart, what makes it pound,
what’ll draw a certain something to my lips.
Like this hastily scrawled missive I’ve just found,
which thrills me to my well-buffed fingertips.
“Give the pink spats to the deserving poor.
I shan’t ever wear them anymore.”
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