Immitation Poem

A Simple Tavern Wench


I found a tavern on a winter's night
Permiscuity and ale was the stench
A barmaid singing was the best of sights
Sipping; I watched the simple tavern wench
She sang and danced upon a wooden top;
Her skirt was short and her blouse was cut low
The boys called as she did a jig and hop
Her legs kept me warm, despite falling snow
The sky could open, and break the world
No soul would notice a single thing wrong
Busy pinching bottoms of serving girls
Too preoccupied with a wench's song
More ale in my body to take my life
And I swear I never forgot my wife



Immitated from Shakespeare's 'Sonnet III'

http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonn01.htm