Shyness,
though charming, limits your chances;
Coyness,
endearing, makes no advances.
It’s
important you know. Question is, when?
Ask
me and I’ll tell you to have a try.
I’ll
tell you to try and I’ll have you ask.
To
have me, tell me, it’s (try) no big ask.
I
won’t say no not to you, how could I
Who
write epic romances all summer long
To
a toothsome girl in some distant land
Such
love that’s but words in some twosome song?
Ask
me, for else it’s no case of whether
But
the bomb despair, loveless bomb, off-hand
Bomb,
the bomb that will bring us together.
That
I can see, Erik Didriksen has not yet turned any song by The Smiths into a
sonnet, which rather betrays his homegrown American pop bias. So, here is the
sonnet of the song ‘Ask’ and also for your entertainment, the movie of the
song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoo9Vu1a9bU
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