Sonnet # 96 by FisherKingKQJ
I stumbled onto this scrawl of sonnet
On a scrap of paper while moving house,
In crumpled hexes of wasp or hornet
And old yearnings it began to arouse.
As a young boy I didn't have the nous
To round the impeccable stanza off
As this chance discovery now allows,
A fusion of females given to scoff.
The Muse has encouraged me to doff
The doubt, to qualify love's chronicle
With a womanly premenstrual trough,
I knew a babe by osmosis just as fickle.
Honey bumble bee a sting is a sting,
So mug for me wee stereoscopic thing.
{3D interactive chorus:}
Honey bumble bee a sting is a sting.
Honey bumble bee a sting is a lance.
Honey bumble bee a sting is a dart.
[ll1 and 14 matched for typeset 24/9/05.]