I am a fool for girls with odd last names:
Tagrin and Yurkstas; Brandewie; Wolozin;
Shefshick and Bibeau. Fill a room with dames—
I’ll fall for patronyms that have no kin.
Like Shakespeare, I’m a sap for small and dark—
The Hermias are who I want to do.
Go dance with fair Bianca in the park;
I’d rather pick a fight with Kate the Shrew.
I am a chump for women I can’t have.
I always try to fix the damaged soul.
I look for wounded hearts to be their salve.
I am a slave for girls who love control.
And yes, my sweet, I am a fool for you,
And scared to death—because you’re something new.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells