a study toward sonnet #548 by FisherKingKQJ
Girl, stupid, read the boilerplate font,
My butterflies shook my sweaty fingers,
Meanwhile pretending to be nonchalant,
Afraid of bathroom smell, which malingers!
I'm a girl next door for all dead ringers:
The hazel eyes, short permed hair, and petite,
The been there, done that harbingers,
But never mind, I'd be charming and sweet.
The primo short skirt spelt feat or defeat
When we chatted; he was a friend long lost,
Our humour and interests were upbeat,
Could we stand intimacy overglossed?
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at all,
Relaxed in either, joining big and small.
(Chorus)
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at all.
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at complete.
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at entire.
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