a study toward sonnet #193 by FisherKingKQJ
A denial wouldn't inspire largesse
Nor reasoning inspire a happy house
They would only lead to more charges
Of infidelity and burst in rows.
We were terrible: I was such a louse
So unworthy, and he, an obtuse joke,
In company of my diaphonous blouse.
A man, he mind read that other bloke,
If I socially mixed with womenfolk
It would only be as level and aloof
If I gave my girlfirend a kindly stroke
I would be suspected a closet poof.
A white lie I was quite prepared to foist,
So that of life we both could make a fist.
{3D interactive chorus:}
A white lie I was quite prepared to foist.
A white lie I was quite prepared to attach.
A white lie I was quite prepared to invoke.