The Good Wife Sonnet

The menacing count tiptoed though my home,
stashing jewels in his cloak as I slept;
sword unsheathed his shadow did freely roam
through my wife’s threshold he bounced as she wept.
Out the window to the carriage below,
the count made his escape with half my stash.
I woke, drank at a length then searched in woe.
My wife fought till she saw the pool and cash.
I got lost in the woods for days and days,
on our trip home a letter given me:
Was my wife she talked till the count set blaze;
“Meet me and lets take all his stuff with glee.”
I went to claim, and my wife gunned me down,
saying “You lack that which the count’s renown.”


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