Sonnet #17 by FisherKingKQJ
You deride your husbands with a passion,
You powerdressing analytic sieves:
Fuming at glass ceilings is the fashion:
You howl options, bandy derivatives -
You talk down your help in the pit...what gives?
Your nanny charms him when he's full of rum.
Her eyes are large, blinking peridot gyves.
Her teeth are ametrine when smiling mum.
Her locks are one bob of teased platinum.
Her cheeks are two marble veined lintels.
Her wrists are pearls cross one another sum.
Her lips are sparkling, appetising spinel.
It's downtime you lose on her hourly rate.
Her own rich plans for maternal leave wait.
{3D interactive chorus:}
o $10,000,000 rate
o $10,000,000 charge
o $10,000,000 scale
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