To a Lady Seen From a Train by Frances Cornford

O Fatty, in a pair of gloves,
unloved and in a field.
Who knows what you were doing there?
It's never been revealed.

Neat Jayne

Thanks, John. It is fun, this comp!

The Scarecrow by Walter de la Mare

He prattles on about his job.
It’s not a complex task!
Who does that 'talking' scare-crow think
he is? You might well ask.

Thou still unravished bride,
Your innocence intact,
Be patient and abide
Until the urn is cracked.

Had I said I was swearing these off?

Millay:
Which other lips I've kissed than yours
Behind whichever other doors
I've quite forgot; I just know summer
Sang in me, now doesn't. Bummer.

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why (Millay)

The past is dim. I know the lads were gentle.
There was enormous pleasure, I can’t deny.
Now, all alone, the loss is monumental.
I slept around a lot in days gone by.

Mary,
Now that's quite a funny coincidence! Very nicely played! Shall we strike some deal on how we'll divvy up the rest of her sonnets?

Madame Bovary

Desperate Housewives, Chapter One.
Little Emma, starved for fun,
Took two lovers, got in debt,
Swallowed arsenic. Best show yet.

Gail, that's a fun one indeed, but it's probably not one you should enter since Madame Bovary isn't a poem as the contest calls for.

Brendan and Mary, I loved your Millays and found them contagious, so I dashed off one of my own (which I will not be entering):

The lips my lips have kissed
are too numerous to recall,
Like songbirds in the summer.
Godammit, it's now fall.