A Drunken Sonnet

Sometimes the record low of love and fortune in your life happen simultaneously.

When in my lowest stock of wine and praise, 

I just content myself with this cheap beer

And wish in some hotel I with my raise, 

In yuletide, enjoying a good cheer; 

But most I get from work that I contend 

Is reprimand from bossy chief and staff, 

And scorn from lady love whom I pretend 

To have, when all I get from her is chaff; 

And thinking of this love, this love of fools, 

That no angel finds worthy of a cent, 

Or else, meagerly priced as would cheap wools, 

I wonder how my glossy life have went; 

.... Seeing her face, and hearing her tirade, 

.... I might with bandits give my life to trade.

Author's Note

A Shakespearean Sonnet attempt with E. Allan Poe ambiance.

Reviews

[DeeZire]

So this has an Edgar A. Poe ambiance, and he is one of my all time favorites...
so I must say, great job. I do think I've read this before, so it may be an oldie but
goody?....(though I may be wrong....) Either way, I always love reading your very
beautifully written sonnets....so please keep on writing/posting.