Sonnet #92 by FisherKingKQJ
Rosie my darling, the aircurrents ebb
And rise in the lofty beams of the roof
Of your open home, so lilting the web
So tickling a redback upside down, aloof.
A mottled moth stuck in the warp and woof
To arachnid juices starts to acquiesce,
Analgesic and ferment are a spoof
That vints a frantic and congealing cess.
For a flitting and frantic bug under duress
Your flattery decoct has spin and bounce
But paralysis lurks in your largesse
And with your flexible diary you trounce.
A daddy long legs in your elastic
I'm stilted, back to front, and ecstatic.
{3D interactive chorus:}
A daddy long legs in your elastic.
A daddy long legs in your flex.
A daddy long legs in your stretch.
{Editors note: I'm creating a new industry from the bottom up, which takes time. I'm only interested in selling to people who've got money. It's an outrage that the ---- still targets teenagers, who don't work and who don't have money with their Stalinist billboards.}