All that dancing in the moonlight couldn’t make you stay
I laid my longing at your feet and there it sits
you laid all the others and I just stood there while you made your play
Falling on my knees I gathered up my tattered wits
And though I tried to stuff them all inside my heart, it seems my heart no longer fits
Was this a game to you? A comedy?
I tell you no and in she flits.
Turn away, it is not tragedy
to me -I can look you in the eye
and tell you that it doesn’t smart
enough to make me cry
or break my heart
or hear me moan
or watch our love turn into stone
Our challenge for today is to use the following fourteen words in the order presented: stay, sits, play, wits, fits, comedy, flits, tragedy, eye, smart, cry, heart, moan, stone. These words were borrowed from a sonnet by Edmund Spenser.