Here, leave the bundle on
Consumer's parcel right on Time. A
bundle's Love, without a label not
a dozen - dime.
He picked it, chose a random vendor
for cheap, his hagglin' held a sway.
By morning he will all have spent it,
threw, used up, into the bay,
it's done, was tender, yet still heartless
this night of random words in dark, his
loins now an empty cartridge
of guards deflecting an attack. The
seventh day, when all's at rest he'll
Sunday, just as this,
of prince /himself!/, and sweet princess,
How they share love and truthful bliss.