Sonnet - 111
His Liege, your Lord: To Chew his Seasoned Creed
by Xavier Paolo Ledesma Mandreza
For your Events shred their Ripened Clouds sell
Replace with Virtues shine your Fortune's Need
Else release those Gates such Pom meet you well
So Checkers-by-Chance turn not by the Wheel
Which only Embracement-by-Method grows
His Ship, Forged by Kings of General's Keel
Allow much of what his Fine Fruit does Flow
Such Fruit indeed; Ferment to Shameless Wine
As Luck forbid what Solid Ants would Fare
Then Rouse this Locust his Lump-bums confine
Pursue one's Gold for Mount Olympus dare.
Of course, Honoured Secrets such Method find
Between Master and Pupil such Technique bind.