Sonnet 15
Feast of Lupercalia 'til now,
Pagans and Priests alike celebrated
the end of winter with a Bacchus bow
while eating until inebriated.
Mardi Gras is a time to make merry,
before one surely repents and reflects.
Would one ever desire to date, remarry?
Is there more to a mate than having sex?
Spring, still the time the human animal's
clock is set to chiming the heart and loins.
Our evolution, arrested channels,
where daily science and medicine adjoins.
So a tall pile of pancakes for supper,
could plot twist to an Ides of March upper!
Good night, Pagans and People of Promise, G'night!
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