Sonett-Forum

Whose Girl she is I think I know,
his shift starts with the sunset, so
he will not see someone who tries
to charm his lovely, sloe.eyed doe.

The barmaid, being worldly-wise
serves our drinks, but rolls her eyes
as I propose to leave this shack
to gaze at star-bespangled skies.

I ease her gently on her back
starting my spiel, but rudely whack
against a belt of chastity
that would have held a bull in check.

"Forbidden is adultery"
engraved around the lock I see,
and "miles to go to get the key"
and "miles to go to get the key".