To Her Mistress

Help me! Help me! now I call
To my pretty witchcrafts all;
Blank I am, and cannot do
That which you’re accustomed to.
Bring your magics, spells, and charms,
To relieve my tech. alarms;
Is there no way to beget
In my heart its former beat?
Ask Jeeves had, as poets feign,
Truth and intellectual reign:
Find that medicine, if you can,
For your ill-knowledged woman
Who would fain her strengths renew,
Were it but to pleasure you.

I have created the above poem in trochaic pentameter (modelled on one of Robert Herrick [1591-1674]’s famous love poems) as an ode to my web genius and sister chromatid, Carrie, without whose help this web page would not be a reality. I am forever enraptured…I mean, indebted to you for all of your help setting up moltenchocolate.com. Thank you!

COMMENTS
Shira,
Your splash page is extremely hot! It makes me want to eat about 5000 hershey kisses RIGHT NOW! And thank you for the poem! I think that’s the first time anyone wrote a poem about me. I’m so honored 🙂
-Carrie