Sonnet #29
Poor Julie's husband well known for his grope-
This character flaw causes me to blush-
The lecher; if she can cope I can cope;
Babe, biddy, he'll awkwardly touch her tush.
Against me in tight hallways he'll try brush,
When I give him a warm peck on the cheek,
His craned neck sticks his tongue in my mush,
He'll grab my bum to him and roughly tweak;
His other hand begins to gently sneak
Past my silk scarf and buttons quickly undo-
She'll be next door, and I'll feel that I'll freak....
I'll palm him back and breathe on him like glue.
He plugs tobacco in his brown briar pipe.
Adjusts his collar. Keeps him young, why gripe?
{3D interactive chorus:]
o $10,000,000 gripe?
o $10,000,000 scold?
o $10,000,000 whine?
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