Old Poem - "Pwned"

This is a poem I wrote back in 2007. See this link for background on the word "pwned."


Pwned


By my love, my heart is pwned.
On love's whetstone it is hwned.
And her body, taut and twned
Makes me tremble, as if stwned.

Oft in loneliness I grwned,
Till she emailed me, or phwned.
Then to her my poor heart mwned;
"Thou art on my heart enthrwned!"


© 2007, Paul W. Erlandson