The Sigh of the Beholder by Andrew Shephard

 (Sonnet)

 

I can’t wear that hat, it makes my face fat

Baring the shoulder makes me look older

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Why do you want me to dress up bolder?

Mutton dressed lamb is not where I’m at.

Try it on, lover; don’t think of the price,

Add scarf or coat if weather is colder

You look quite the part (that’s what I told her)

I swear on my life, it makes you look nice.

But fabric’s flimsy, my waist is thicker…

Then take all off, right down to the knicker

I’ll admire your fine body without a snigger

All wrinkles smoothed by candle’s flicker.

Close your eyes gently ‘fore you grow older

And feel my soft sigh on your bare shoulder.