The Love Game

*Meeting On The Turret Stairs* Sir Frederic William Burton

I declare,
She
Said,
In
A
Voice
Of
Dread,
I don’t
Care
To
Talk
About
It,
But
Will
Say
I dearly
Hope
He
Stays
Away.
I shall
Not
Flutter
When
We
Meet,
Should
He
Be
Sugar
Sweet.
If
I shudder,
He
Will
See,
And
Sink
Seductive
Claws
Right
Into
Me.
I have
Had
Enough,
I’m
Done,
And
Furthermore…
Hark!
Bejesus,
Is
That
The
Charming
Rascal
At
The
Door?