a study toward sonnet #316 by FisherKingKQJ
You will appreciate the lymphatic drain,
Just put your face down in the table hole,
Let aromatic oils assuage your brain,
Let my massaging hands remake you whole.
Your tourette's syndrome is tiresome droll,
I'd like to brutal pinch to make you squeal,
You've got middleage midriff blubber roll,
You're worthy of a super welt or weal.
Your fantasy conquests do not appeal,
For your potty mouth I couldn't care less-
I'm a good sport, but you're plain venereal-
Out of the low chair booms your baby cess.
I love my clients and they respect my trade,
You're out the door if you try to degrade.
I love my clients and they respect my trade.
I love my clients and they respect my job.
I love my clients and they respect my work.