Oh, to see Jaie as she doth taunt and tease
And play with Pinkerton’s brain
Can not you see him beg her “Please,
Willt thou not cease, and refrain?”
For though he is naught but a flirt
She hath trapped him in his web of words
And now he gets his just desserts
For is the pen not mightier than the sword.
And grasped by the grip of entendre
To slashify this sonnet’s rhyme
Occasionally inserted a non-sequitur
Oh, would you look at the time?
And so the moral of this story be
Do not mess with Jay Eye Ee.