a study toward sonnet #139 by FisherKingKQJ
in E flat
A pensive look on his symmetric
And long pale face stopping short of lewd.
My lack of forward planning made me sick:
The wrong bikini, it hung slack, skewed,
One size too large. Ancient worries renewed:
A knee scar, a freckle, a veiny blob...
I felt vulnerable, meanwhile he brewed,
I felt his eyes slit, I felt my heart throb
For him nonetheless; however, if Bob
Could ogle me, then it was also true
I could ogle the outline of his knob,
His pigeon chest; a mat of brunette curls
I swabbed with a seasponge in yinyang swirls.
{3D interactive chorus in F flat:}
I swabbed with a seasponge in yinyang swirls.
I swabbed with a seasponge in yinyang eddies.
I swabbed with a seasponge in yinyang turns.
[By 2050AD GDP will be eight times greater than now, and I expect the audience will be
completely unionised by the Punters' Union.]