a study toward sonnet #237 by FisherKingKQJ
My friend, it's disgusting that we two
Who are so unalike can be called the same
Womaniser by an idle gossip, who
By jealousy is compelled to defame.
She had serene good looks and was game
For a pillow fight or a public row.
She was a street walker, gritty yet tame,
A champion of high society to low.
She was a charmer whose looks were so-so
And I adored her self effacing jokes.
She was a fizzy waif blonde into the blow
Who a party atmosphere liked to coax.
A torrent of tears for each girl I bawled,
Whereas you dateraped or boozily balled.
A torrent of tears for each girl I bawled.
A torrent of tears for each girl I cried.
A torrent of tears for each girl I sobbed.