a study toward sonnet #162 by FisherKingKQJ
in B flat
I live with Funga in St Joseph's lodge,
We share a double bed so dank and wet:
She's a five foot ten twohundred pound podge,
She cribs my baccy, I'll bash her head, yet.
She'll pinch my begging jar to clear a debt,
Her trained voice, her piano sound nice.
Sometimes I swoon at her charm and forget
Receiving money with menaces her vice.
She's swotted Queen Nerfititi's head lice,
Hers are statically combed and hand reared,
She chews on them as Polynesian rice,
She nitpicks my bald scalp and goatee beard.
She cultivates pubic lice as organic,
She finds the tickle and pinch orgasmic.
{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}
She cultivates pubic lice as organic.
She cultivates pubic lice as earthy.
She cultivates pubic lice as natural.