I have a broken heart and a half- written poem for sale, Worth a stallion. You can see to it that it's best of quality, Preserved from the long battles And huge armada. I know the market is dull Enough to pay attention To a broken heart and a half- Written poem, But I see curious eyes waiting to Open their money bag, Tell them they can mend the heart, If possible, After all my attempts that turned vain, Mend it not to look mended, Mend it to look like a beating one Perhaps a 3am conversation And love over wine may work, Or a lullaby to sleep. And complete the poem, With a sour end or bloodshed, For my muses are out on a pleasure trip, Refusing to be back to the world Of melancholy, Condemning my contemplations. As the vicinity became jubilant, Preparing for festivities, There I see him, with a huge money bag. Make the deal with that blue-eyed one, His eyes are sad enough to buy My goods. Let him have it and tell him what I said. As I leave riding a black stallion ...
Expressions penned with feathery Excalibur!