Sonnet #55
Young Te Auroa whistled to shoo off her colic
The rockpool mirrored back her portrait shy
Suave tohitohi surfaced to frolic,
Across her gaze pranced next a dragonfly.
My love's a sweet and not so simple guy,
He's sensitive and wry, and not obtuse;
I was a waitress, he my latte ply,
Low aces when we met, now joined we're deuce.
Times into daydreams I would shy recuse
And like Te Auroa whistle sharp, sadly sing!
My baton being taniwha eel - his loose
Black coils conducting errant tuis trilling.
My love wipes my red bangs free of drizzle:
Should I some day soon teach him to whistle?
{3D interactive chorus:}
o $10,000,000 drizzle.
o $10,000,000 mizzle.
o $10,000,000 sprinkle.
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