Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #294
If I Were A Man by Belinda Roddie If I were a man, I know you would swoon for me the moment that you learned my name. Like Jimmy Stewart, I'd promise the moon and put your petty suitors all to shame with my charm and my dashing, dapper looks. I'd dress in suits and pour you dry champagne on balconies, and then I'd read you books of adventure and satire, while the rain cascaded down in ribbons on the glass beside the bed where we would cuddle. Then I'd make you pancakes. Later, I would ask to go on strolls for you, and at night, when the city's lively, we would dance. But no, I'm not a man, though I still love you so.