a study toward sonnet #252 by FisherKingKQJ
Girls, you do know I never got a chance
To whittle that mummy's boy down to size;
I suggest you take a resolute stance
And reject a sheep in sheep's get up guise.
It doesn't matter how cutely he plies
If milk pours last into the cup of tea-
Then he's an apologist to despise,
Then he's back to front, then you're all at sea.
I copped a weak compromise as his plea:
He quartered my tea, firstly tea then milk
Then tea then milk - he poured saw-see,
What girl would be drawn to his tea bag ilk?
He sneaked an aspirin into the pot
As red crayfish boiled screaming hot.
He sneaked an aspirin into the pot.
He sneaked an aspirin into the tub.
He sneaked an aspirin into the urn.