a study toward sonnet #112 by FisherKingKQJ
Surreptitiously I touch the outline
Of a short jewel encrusted silver dirk -
A gift from Alexander. Fat, bovine
And nude females ogle me and they smirk
Through acrid hashish fumes in the murk
Of the Seven Tallow Candles St Inn.
A sailor purls a buff plump cow a jerk
Rearward onto a bench, his goatee chin
On her aureoles rasps. His sunchapped grin
Presages wine splashing on meaty bubs.
Her pallid blubber legs dunting a din
She screeches, her sweaty minge she rubs.
A sodden whore rushed me to no avail
Her plan to tear and smithereen my veil.
{3D interactive chorus:}
A sodden whore rushed me to no avail.
A sodden whore rushed me to no result.
A sodden whore rushed me to no success.