OH LUST! (sonnet)
Can I now find the words to capture it
that preoccupation, so often too
in thought and deed, our mating way, all life
How strange sometimes it manifests itself.
Thus when one's old and grey, p'haps weakened too
the body frail but how the mind still roams
impossible the thoughts, they'll ne'er be deeds
but still we look, we think, we hope - in vain.
In life there's choices, single or relate
monogomous or play an open field
you like someone, but hard luck, they don't you
but on we search, and oh our various ways.
Our sex ensures H sapiens survives
but the hard part: we like to dally too.