22-The Print Sonnet Poem by Anthony D Bailey

For my clients by Anthony Bailey

Good day fair maiden, may I assist thee.
Of course, be my invites well made? Pray tell.
Direct indeed, no banter then? I'll see.
Forgive thy deport, no moment to dwell.

To locate thy purchase, I beg your name.
Well good clerk, if thou must know ‘tis Ms Tate.
With haste I shall attend thy vital claim.
Be swift I beg, if late, you I'll berate!

Flirt I, perchance and shall enjoy thy scold.
I feign outrage from these bold advances.
Your order of invites, I now behold!
My smile tells thy temper, fancy your chances?

I'll provide thine prints and will be your Prince.
Methinks tis my father thou must convince.


(January 22)