a study toward sonnet #186 by FisherKingKQJ
I blinked off my eyelids many teardrops
And with handkerchief corner dab and pat
All the while as we walked through the copse
I swabbed away my exfiancee, the gnat.
I feigned hayfever, in phrases dull and flat,
A white lie, he tugged on my dickey sleeve,
He squeezed my shoulders, he tipped his hat,
He said the past was the past, now an eve.
He was genteel, he said he'd never leave,
I'd fallen for his ways slightly stiff and proud,
When gauged against rough play, just a peeve,
I worried I might be thinking aloud.
He adores me for my fibs and white lies,
Loves thorough histrionic b movie lines.
{3D interactive chorus:}
He adores me for my fibs and white lies.
He adores me for my fibs and white dissembly.
He adoires me for my fibs and white fiction.
[Line 14 rewritten to lengthen and match line 1. 14/9/05]