/// While he stood for his Portrait he pondered.
To a jumble of thoughts his mind wandered.
Hours holding this pose
in these stiff, itchy clothes;
he resents all the time being squandered.
/// Thomas Congreve has let his brain idle:
Dressed in black, a groom holds his steed’s bridle.
Thoughts of bridal and groom
to Thom signify doom.
He must marry and feels suicidal.
/// While he stood for his Portrait he pondered.
To a jumble of thoughts his mind wandered.
Hours holding this pose
in these stiff, itchy clothes;
he resents all the time being squandered.
/// Thomas Congreve has let his brain idle:
Dressed in black, a groom holds his steed’s bridle.
Thoughts of bridal and groom
to Thom signify doom.
He must marry and feels suicidal.