a study toward sonnet #166 by FisherKingKQJ
in C flat
As she swabbed the cut we swapped a joke
Or two; though she was the boss' girlfriend
Her peck of my forehead almost broke
My self control into kisses no end.
After that I found it hard to pretend
I wasn't jealous when she mentioned him.
I was on the ladder to crimp and mend
The gutter and spout, a knee on a tree limb
And I overheard a woman talking in a prim
And responsible way on a cordless phone;
I peeked in the window, I saw a trim
Ash blonde woman on a pine daybed prone.
From the ladder I tumbled with a thump,
By chance turned a low card into a trump.
{3D interactive chorus in D flat:}
From the ladder I tumbled with a thump.
From the ladder I tumbled with a bang.
From the ladder I tumbled with a crash.