Sonnet--When First We Met--National Poetry Month

This is an iambic pentameter sonnet I'm writing here--the BIG guns. So even though it's Sunday and people are around making noise and doing things, I'm of a mind to try it. So here goes. Oh. If you want to know how to do this devilishly difficult poetry form, be my guest. Learn how here. And anon, I shall at it:

WHEN FIRST WE MET

The first time ere I on you did cast sight

A duck you wore upon your Jonesian hat

I thought you certainly a Bedlamite 

And that put mental paid to that

When next upon you my eyes I did clap

Your bore upon your person knightly helm

It seemed a strange way maidenly ken to trap

I thought, "The man's sanity doth underwhelm."

But when we found ourselves in grottos dark

I could not wait to call upon your princely name

My fiance all that with jealousy did mark

I could not say my heart did feel the same.

Your arrow found unerring place within my heart

From thence our Murphy history took its start.

© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy