a study toward sonnet #185 by FisherKingKQJ
I didn't want to see him, however
To ignore him would look so weak,
Or criminally secret - best to sever
The subtext by an understated cheek.
My tired demeanour he took as meek,
His opinion of my spring catalogue,
Unsolicited, revealed a mean streak-
He was a credulous, conniving dog.
I had one offs and off the racks to flog,
I felt somewhat itchy and so I crossed
My thin legs and then I felt a tiny jog
As on my naked thigh his gaze was lost.
My accidental win I didn't sing-
I repeated his words without their sting.
{3D interactive chorus:}
My accidental win I didn't sing.
My accidental win I didn't coo.
My accidental win I didn't trumpet.