a study toward sonnet #239 by FisherKingKQJ
Behind my hairy back they call me chimp-
A curse it is to be bald and yet hirsute;
Unshaven, thrusting women leave me limp,
My wife is girlish, and saccharine cute.
I'm a bit of all right, me and my loot,
Highbrow shelves validate my towering pate...
In bed, when I'm about my wad to shoot,
She'll yell another bloke's name, which I hate.
In the ceiling mirror, advanced primate
And hour glass woman attack and groan,
His lips recede, his teeth clench and grate,
He let's out a screechy chimplike moan.
In winter my matt keeps my missus warm-
In summer she preens me lovable gorm.
In winter my matt keeps my missus warm.
In winter my matt keeps my missus cozy.
In winter my matt keeps my missus flush.