Sonnet for a Lady

O Lady fair with gracious swan-glide walk

Through garden green in shade of summer’s day

You pass me by, no glance, no time to talk.

No kiss, vain hand flick-fanning me away.

Red rose pricks blood, pink blossoms fade and fall

Loud buzz of stinging bees how Heaven sent?

Why do you love them when you don’t love at all

Your busy faithful fly so persistent?

My eyes of myriad colours, mirror-bright,

My babies eager, growing plump and fat

To munch your mess with ravenous delight,

You spray with poison clouds. No mercy. Splat.

O Lady fair I fain would humbly question

If such stress is good for your digestion?