a study toward sonnet #168 by FisherKingKQJ
in G flat
As we'd be sharing everything in future
I didn't think it mattered who owned the loot;
I'd introduced him to some haut couture,
He'd admired my backside in a dress suit.
I'd saved his bas reliefs from his own boot,
From his ripping palette knife a still life,
He sneered I was posing high hanging fruit,
Then I'd asked him if I could be his wife;
Always in his blue eyes laughter was rife-
He'd divined I'd eavesdrop and peer,
He'd lingered the kiss to stir jealous strife.
She was a graphic arts student with flair
He shrugged and bit his lip as if to say
Now on my flash car and money could stay.
{3D interactive chorus in A flat:}
He shrugged his shoulders as if to say.
He shrugged his shoulders as if to mention.
He shrugged his shoulders as if to verbalise.