Sonnet #85 by FisherKingKQJ rough draft!
My friend and I are looking to assuage
Our bar accounts with a secured loan,
You're a tough woman of a certain age,
Your toyboy proclivities are well known.
We think you could bond, perhaps later own
His shaved prostate gland, for more booze.
A liver cyrrhosis, a kidney stone...
We wouldn't stoop to such a wholesale ruse.
A private surgeon's scalpel might unloose
A byzantine tort of unknown corkage,
Of large presentiment, of little use:
My gallbladder I offer as mortgage.
Madam, we adore your single malt scotch
And your fierce unblinking eyes are topnotch.
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And your fierce unblinking eyes are topnotch.
And your fierce unblinking eyes are elite.
And your fierce unblinking eyes are primo.