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a study toward sonnet #234   by FisherKingKQJ

 
He's a cinch to talk to, and as for humour-
He snickers at all my jokes with a rouse;
There's a glint in his eyes, and the rumour
Of lust as they fall down my cotton blouse.
Is he worth knowing?  I can't help but grouse...
My first impressions I suspect and trust-
He's worth understanding - I just need nous -
Does his feminine side object to lust?
As I'm hard arsed I've got him all but sussed:
He's so lonesome he'd laugh at a wreath,
Or maybe on p he's secretly mussed,
Or...I've got lipgloss smeared on my teeth.
Or I might just chuck in the kitchen sink-
Did he cash in his scratchies, do you think?

 
Or I might just throw in the kitchen sink.
Or I might just throw in the kitchen tub.
Or I might just throw in the kitchen well.