a study toward sonnet #251 by FisherKingKQJ
I'm a dissembler, and never a cheat,
But you've made me just another number,
So take me off your Chinese menu sheet
And no longer shall I skulk and lumber.
I'd guess that you need someone dumber,
A moron or an idiot, and yet, I think
You do love me, your heart in a slumber,
Your ch'i unable to ease off the brink.
You've booted down or kicked up a stink
About my upcoming boys' only bash-
If I can't enjoy a friend and a drink,
Then I've calculated this our last pash.
You must've picked up as an amateur spy
That in u-turns and setbacks I'm not sly.
That in u-turns and setbacks I'm not sly.
That in u-turns and setbacks I'm not adept.
That in u-turns and setbacks I'm not wiley.