Pettitt’s Poetry Corner – A Sonnet to His Mistress Gray’s Left Eyebrow

Upon the event of being challenged by Mistress Gray to produce lines to her particular request.

More lush than fashionable beauty’s brow

And scorning false pretence

Arched like the ancient SCYTHIAN’s bow

At thy lover’s want of sense

Thy scorn conceals a woman’s heart

Most passionate and warm

But pleasure at the poet’s art

Moves not thy shapely form

‘Tis not my love you’d turn away

Or spurn beneath your feet

You’d take your faithful Lucey, GRAY

Without the literary conceit.

Remember, when you next make fun

Without my verse I am struck dumb.

Cornet Lucifer Pettitt, the most junior officer of Babbitt’s Troop of Horse, is a young man of many parts.
The miracle is that most of them are still attached.