Sonnet #40 by FisherKingKQJ
My sweet, I divine your unseasonal coughs
Certain text book signs of meningitis;
An engineer of diamond mine runoffs,
I've worried rare seams when nothing night is.
I sailed the thin Suez canal south to search
Out white gold dust one whole decade later;
I dug the foundry of a Qumun church
Deep and wide, immortalised pia mater.
Dream up the secret place the sickness looms,
Sip your hot steaming mead and so attest
Prescription honeyed blue lotus blooms,
A peck of gold dust, some lemon zest.
A goblet brimmed with tears of Horus tones
Your chromosomes, evaporates all moans.
{3D interactive chorus:}
o $10,000,000 tones
o $10,000,000 cures
o $10,000,000 fixes
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS