a study towards sonnet #499 by FisherKingKQJ
Like any neurotic teenager, or young adult,
About autonomous nature I felt a guilt
Which turned me onto the painstaking cult
Of self denial: I aimed for lightly built.
Around seven stone my fat feet would tilt
The scales even after toe tapping tests,
My resolve into bingeing routinely spilt,
Into dairy cream muffin up chuck fests.
Love is the cure, my own story attests:
Four years I live with a handsome bloke
In Jeddah, diverted by laughter and jests,
The toilet pan bulimia nightmare broke.
We split up as our love went out of whack,
And fingers down my throat are now back.
(Chorus)
We split up as our love went out of whack.
We split up as our love went out of kilter.
We split up as our love went out of sync.
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HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS