(Sonnet For The Downtrodden Male)

What more, my dear, do you demand of me?
To prove my love what further must I do?
How long, how long, will you expect to see
These daily miracles performed for you?

Are there yet dragons you would have me slay,
Enchantments vanquish, tyrants overthrow;
A mission to the moon perhaps today,
And then tomorrow make your garden grow?

Shall I continue to indulge each whim
That is your momentary heart's desire?
Shall I obediently hum a hymn
And genuflect whenever you require?

Your wishes are forever my command,
But sometimes, dear, they do get out of hand.

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