Sonnet #33 by FisherKingKQJ
Amongst tall pumice stacks did Cupid doff
His sword and sabre with scarce a quiver;
Neck high in bubbling pool he nodded off,
Now accustomed to heat with a shiver.
Centaur Chiron stole by. He forged his meme...
Sword and sabre sharp honed on icicles.
Snowflakes on his back shrank and rose as steam;
Down his cheeks ran sweaty tears in trickles.
In wreathes of betony lolls my missus,
She bathes all day and she extolls to gype
In scalding hot effervescent hisses
Of sulfuric steam vent her sciatic hip:
Thus, Cupid's sword and sabre cooled by ice,
Torched by white lava, temper in her eyes.
{3D interactive chorus:}
o $10,000,000 ice
o $10,000,000 hale
o $10,000,000 sleet
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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