Sonnet #75 by FisherKingKQJ
In front of dresser mirror moods aligned
As we each puff a big tobacco pipe
Hers briar and mine clay pleasure bent of mind
As we imbibe the sauternes fully ripe
Her shoes are shiny leather spit and wipe
Her jacket grey tweed little lapels flat
Her bowler black a match to silk cravat
A pocket watch in vest of silver stripe
I wear the same as she I idolise
The Enfield rifles specify the biggest bore
And killing malthouse sparrows stands our chore
The blaze of bullets cuts them down to size
Sir Esvjas Nzist hired us to liquidate
The woozy sparrows set on booze estate
Chorus liquidate destroy vanquish