a study toward sonnet #176 by FisherKingKQJ
B flat
Two short, abrupt toots on the car horn,
The van rolled down in neutral gear,
I knew who it was, I was careworn,
And burst into tears, I could feel his stare.
It didn't bother me if he felt some fear
Or anger; the ladder in my pantyhose
Had aggravated the atmosphere
I leaned the bucket seat flat, my feet rose.
I wriggled out, on the dashboard my toes:
We both laughed awkwardly, the frown
On my face larger and more morose
Than the frown in my heart cast down.
We'd bickered at the One Tree Hill fence stile,
I'd stormed off in dramatic diva style.
{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}
I'd stormed off in dramatic diva style.
I'd stormed off in dramatic diva custom.
I'd stormed off in dramatic diva method.