a study toward sonnet #180 by FisherKingKQJ
in B flat
My Funga drank our last flagon of beer
She's roped in Jack as our prepaid guest-
I find this miser more than a little queer,
His overnight shelter ten she's accessed.
Poor Jack must feel he's second best,
His toes on a pillow between our heads-
At Funga Lady Muck's eloquent request
Jack his safety pin and broken fly zip sheds.
His miser fortune he fears for, he dreads
A shakedown while sleeping rough by roughnecks;
At low tide in Bastion Point pipi beds
In a thermos flask he's stashed welfare cheques.
For a month Jack checks into a motel
With a check- out girl sometime hand- model.
{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}
With a check- out girl sometime hand- model.
With a check- out girl sometime hand- artiste.
With a check- out girl sometime hand- poser.