Ensconced within a gnaw-made nest of straw
A year's best part in torpid slumber spent
As small a ball of dream-curled ear and paw
As e'er a rustle to a cornfield lent;
Just as the dormouse, cosy and content
To miss the parties proffered while he napped
Will squall and windy buffet circumvent
Pipecleaner tail 'round whiskered bonce bewrapped,
So does my lust lie dormant and unflapped
By lovely laugh or sly reveal of thigh;
My breath is not by writhing hips entrapped;
No perfect breasts arrest my beady eye.
Until my frozen innocence should melt
I hibernating lie, so much unfelt.

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A couple of the puns pointed out for non-French/Latin-speakers (highlight with the cursor): [party/buffet, depending how you pronounce it (in my defence, I wrote the lines before I noticed); wind/vent]
I couldn't decide between "beady" and "sleepy", and "display" would have been more obvious in place of "reveal" but didn't feel as nice. At first I wanted to rhyme thaws and paws for the last lines, but it woulda been a repetition... the finalised ending couplet crept up on me; I didn't plan for the lines to be serious at all (or slyly suggestive, either).

The credit and blame for inspiring me to write this should go to my favourite sonneteer, Demiurge. He is almost as cute as a dormouse.

Dream last night was crazed. It was a fairytale with me and my bro and our mum as the evil witch (I am NOT making this up, yo).

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