Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Where are the Good Men?

"Where are the good men,?" I do ask

Myself most every night and day.

Gee whiz, it's been such a hard task,

As so many men come my way.

Each new man that I meet, I try

To find something in him that's good.

But so far, just a huge supply

All representing bad manhood.

But I keep giving all my best

Searching for the first good man who

Will make it worth all of my quest.

Try, try again, all I can do.

I've met many a bad feller,

All are buried in my cellar.