a study toward sonnet #235 by FisherKingKQJ
So when you read this I know you'll sneer:
A post-it note by the spineless jellyfish-
After all, I wasn't your type of queer
In our cosy bedsit too far from swish.
I'm one to pussyfoot, you're two to squish,
I try to articulate exactly what I feel,
And I feel your needs against my wish,
And pleasing, I'm poncey rather than real.
You're not my cup of Earl Grey nor my meal,
But I still respect your right to a hissy fit,
Your public toilet peephole powerdrill deal,
And you warmed to my puppet oven mitt.
Wise Owl and I close the microwave door
On gingerbread men, also you...you whore.
Wise Owl and I close the microwave door.
Wise Owl and I close the microwave gate.
Wise Owl and I close the microwave hatch.