a study toward sonnet #584 by FisherKingKQJ

Our brand new marriage licence won't get us
Together more closely, the paradox
Being shared experience and less fuss
In dollops is dull dementia praecox.
So being respectable is leg iron locks
And hugs while watching telly on the couch,
But yet our sex lives are somehow in hocks
To notions of profound friendship they vouch.
It's not that either of us is a slouch
And purposely chooses to be celibate;
It's time for our profound love to debouch
To public hugging, ourselves celebrate.
Our aphrodisiac might be going on dates,
Plus doing fresh positions as closest mates.

(Chorus)
Our aphrodisiac might be going on dates. SPADES
Our aphrodisiac might be going on meets. CLUBS
Our aphrodisiac might be going on trysts. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #582 by FisherKingKQJ

It's quite a peculiar sort of friendship
Based upon bye, raincheck, or else default:
She kindly lets me run off at the lip,
She flips a philosophical somersault.
To her own tears she quickly calls a halt,
Her own bust romance she rates at nil;
They're about as different as nut and bolt,
And neither tries to fit the other's bill.
She politely takes a vicarious thrill
From friends I introduce by anecdote;
Confided secrets, she would never spill,
The favours I ask of her, she turns to rote.
She's so perfect, so can she be dull?
Her superlative grooming stops a lull.

(Chorus)
She's so perfect, so can she be dull? SPADES
She's so perfect, so can she be humdrum? CLUBS
She's so perfect, so can she be tedious? DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #583 by FisherKingKQJ

I've never had patience for bank queues,
And waiting lists and traffic lights just drive
Me fidget loco; I like you and your booze,
You're last to leave or else first to arrive.
I reckon motherhood the best job alive,
Whether first or second or third trimester,
The way the body can make baby thrive
On oxygenated blood, divulge fester.
You've got a nerve, and yet never pester,
Remind me of the man who wed my mum;
In your arms I'd like to sequester,
For decades in love idyllic and plum.
So, mister, that's my wife job interview-
I didn't catch your name - how do you do?

(Chorus)
So, mister, that's my wife job interview. SPADES
So, mister, that's my wife job audience. CLUBS
So, mister, that's my wife job conference. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #581 by FisherKingKQJ

She acts up as my girlfriend's best girlfriend,
Experiencing a relationship break down
With her last twofaced pathetic boyfriend,
She needs to be a centre stage sad clown.
She overstepped the line and made me frown,
Re-issued in public my shameful faux pas
As if I clamoured for pratfall renown
Through off-my-chest cathartic brouhaha.
At first she was polite and la-de-da,
Then later she seconded me heaps,
Then later still she flirted near and far,
At last she wore microskirts for special peeps.
My girlfriend's mild, a trifle insecure,
Her eyes reproach, as yet she doesn't skewer.

(Chorus)
My girlfriend's mild, a trifle insecure. SPADES
My girlfriend's mild, a trifle anxious. CLUBS
My girlfriend's mild, a trifle unsure. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #580 by FisherKingKQJ

Three aces I hold back: politeness, charm,
And willingness to fathom all things from
Your perspective; to protect you from harm,
From some grapeshot flak or a single bomb.
There's an impending, barely veiled maelstrom:
Just test the water on your elbow or heel;
Prepared, we can troubleshoot with aplomb,
We can make freedom to commit plain real.
If you apply mindreading to what I feel,
You'll see I'm now one for figures and facts,
The who did what and why and when big deal;
A honeymoon is the first of many pacts.
You hold one ace; you're urbane, if not kind,
So there's no need for a third: read my mind.

(Chorus)
You hold one ace; you're urbane, if not kind. SPADES
You hold one ace; you're urbane, if not compassionate. CLUBS
You hold one ace; you're urbane, if not tender. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #579 by FisherKingKQJ

Already, I miss you; your sister's sick,
So now you're neither here nor there;
Perplexed, you've chosen to be in the thick,
You're in an aeroplane in clouds and air.
But I can feel your entanglement here
Inside the grove of our walk-in wardrobe;
I can work out what you're going to wear
By scent deduction, halfway cross the globe.
If opposites attract, an xenophobe
Call me hereon: a silky white kaftan,
Wtih short waterfall sleeves, on either lobe
Gold disc earrings, an heirloom of your clan.
You're smoky essential peppermint oil
In almond carrier over foreign soil.

(Chorus)
You're smoky essential peppermint oil. SPADES
You're smoky essential peppermint grease. CLUBS
You're smoky essential peppermint lubricant. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #578 by FisherKingKQJ

As often as not, I pretend to be asleep
To get away from her - her sobs mute rife
So as not to wake me, and I have to keep
To myself, she's the true love of my life.
She was hugely indebted before my wife,
And even now my paycheque can't assist;
She takes landline calls to limit the strife,
I help her with the security checklist.
We'll row about a regular and his gist,
Then her smile kills me, haggard at the edges,
To our lovemaking is hot spice or grist,
As she gets healthy with cash and hedges.
I don't know what I'd do, probably die,
If I found white flakes from another guy.

(Chorus)
I don't know what I'd do, probably die. SPADES
I don't know what I'd do, probably croak. CLUBS
I don't know what I'd do, probably perish. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #577 by FisherKingKQJ

The moment the door sniv had clicked safe
On our three star room, he began to haggle
And half the price, which made me chafe-
Five hundred dollars was worth the draggle?
My eyelashes blinked quickly at raggletaggle
About discounts for anonymous doggie style
And non-fake orgasms which slowly straggle;
He grumbled it extortion and lurid bile.
I picked up my clutch and walked with a smile
Toward the door, but inside blinking irate;
Then he caved into my glamour and guile...
My corpuscles for redness began to aerate.
To survive a night, I'm diplomatic dumb,
By this long term john I'm struck numb.

(Chorus)
To survive the night, I'm diplomatic dumb. SPADES
To survive the night, I'm diplomatic mute. CLUBS
To survive the night, I'm diplomatic speechless. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #576 by FisherKingKQJ

Perhaps forever, I have been arse-guy-
Long legs, big bosoms simply aren't my joints-
Cannot match outlined cheeks, a backside fly-
I'll upskirt a chick for courtesy points.
A peek down the back of pants annoints
Me gentleman, no objections can arouse;
And browsing blouse discreetly counterpoints:
A nice handful I'll blink at, if not grouse.
But it's glorious backsides in sundry trous
I covet, as in high: waisted, pear shaped;
Wide-legged zeppelin cheeks quaked in-house;
Smart cutaway bums cellulite a-creped.
Contrary to rumours only faggots launch,
I loathe fly buttons with a girlish paunch.

(Chorus)
Contrary to rumours only faggots launch. SPADES
Contrary to rumours only faggots kickstart. CLUBS
Contrary to rumours only faggots spark. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #575 by FisherKingKQJ

I didn't know my ex-husband at all-
At twenty I wed - too naive and too young;
Divorced, I broke a leg in that shower fall,
My uninsured mortgage payments went bung.
The agency which signed me was dung-
Believed sodomy was an acquired taste;
I freelanced travelling salesmen next rung,
Invoked the loud but solitary caste.
All mediocre in bed with such haste,
Yet one client, alcoholic, made me come,
My labia out of the way traced and traced,
Then fell asleep, so pre-empting ho-hum.
My glamorous website pictures ensure
I make the payments I didn't insure.

(Chorus)
My glamorous website pictures ensure. SPADES
My glamorous website pictures certify. CLUBS
My glamorous website pictures guarantee. DIAMONDS

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{Not everyone can see the connection between, disposable professional sports clothes, disposable silk Vegas high class call girl undies, and disposable walkie talkie phone numbers. KKK QQQ JJJ ext. KQJ
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a study toward sonnet #574 by FisherKingKQJ

I like to wear custom dress-suits and mules
Which are more classy than workaday;
Disposable silk knickers are my tools,
My professional athlete needs parlay.
Emotive demands of clients disarray
My own lurking beneath the glamour;
Turns out glib movie or turns up glum play...
But I don't want to do an angry stammer.
Eyes closed make-believe can but enamour
Me on the ugly - kisses then break ice,
Sweet notes underscored by a sour hammer;
A false name masks my desperate vice.
I haven't been raped at knife-point so far:
Elite, I'm spurious to that kerbcrawling car.

(Chorus)
I haven't been raped at knife-point so far. SPADES
I haven't been raped at knife-point so distant. CLUBS
I haven't been raped at knife-point so remote. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #573 by FisherKingKQJ

I felt a sense of tremendous relief
Whenas the motel unit door clicked shut,
And then a sense of solitude and grief-
How was it there was so much cash in smut?
It's strictly hush-hush, opposed to tut-tut,
Nothing to talk over a latte bowl
With girlfriends, no, not even as a slut,
Nor with irony or a sad clown scowl.
So condoms, oils, and a white terry towel
Consolidate my medical huge debt;
I'm only the thousandth girl to run foul
Through bad luck into erratic regret-
Somehow, I'll extract my tormented soul.
I'll go back to office temp - plus raise kids-
As loving wife once back on the skids.

(Chorus)
I'll go back to office temp - plus raise kids. SPADES
I'll go back to office temp - plus raise children. CLUBS
I'll go back to office temp - plus raise youngsters. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #571 by FisherKingKQJ

I was quite blunt: I told him off thrice;
I put a shushing finger on his honey lips
For giving me some liberal advice:
Free advice, bad advice give me the yips.
He did not protest, he gave them aery fillips,
I pulled him close in a consoling hug,
My eyes but closing as he held my hips
Within a second of his on his tug.
So did I think he was a trifle smug?
As my reassurance was openly sought,
I ranked all his virtues, all which I dug;
Each with a nod was solemnly bought.
My love for him was no confidence trick,
I know what machinations makes him tick.

(Chorus)
My love for him was no confidence trick. SPADES
My love for him was no confidence hoax. CLUBS
My love for him was no confidence ruse. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #572 by FisherKingKQJ

My soul is plagued by your heaving bodice-
On a 3G phone I spend my wages;
Madame Hoodoo, succulent goddess,
Save me with santoria snaked down the ages.
I've been interned for zombie ravages,
It's my training for a sports goods sweatshop
By Genovese gang loan shark savages
Concerned by my premium one-way drop.
The life of me, why couldn't they just pop
A pneumonia on the nail clipping jar?
Like Cain and Abel, who refused to cop
That two wrongs do not make a right or par.
You see me in the camera phone pxt,
Please charm my walkie talkie cameo nixed.

(Chorus)
You see me in the camera phone pxt. SPADES
You see me in the camera phone image. CLUBS
You see me in the camera phone likeness. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #569 by FisherKingKQJ

I love a debate; I like to agree to disagree;
I love a man whose ego is big and strong,
Adventurous enough to let me play me;
Who believes two rights blunt a wrong.
I've seen him again after our ding-dong
At least I jemmied into his obtuse psyche-
I know my reckless candour made a pong-
But this is real love, why should I pike?
When it comes to the dark side, I'm a tike
Tenacious to confront and contain a bogy
The anguish of the man I love and like
And postpone the worry lines of a fogy-
That his baggage of grudge go take a hike.
My love can be annoying, obtuse afraid,
My telekinetic brow kiss his first aid

(Chorus)
My love can be annoying, obtuse afraid. SPADES
My love can be annoying, obtuse nervous. CLUBS
My love can be annoying, obtuse scared. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #568 by FisherKingKQJ

Her smooth complexion was an olive shade;
The shade on her eyelids was enamel
Infused with navy and green overlaid:
Her perfect eyebrows were arched parallel.
Her lips were greased a lighter enamel
Than her skin, a mix of mocha and toffee;
A cinder mascara a fringe didn't travel;
Her cheeks were dusted bronze on coffee.
So she posed au natural for no fee,
I just loved her pixie ethiopian nose;
She undressed under the tomato tree,
Her bust the golden rule of adipose.
I stifled my lovelorn sighs as I leered;
I rubbed my eyes, and then she disappeared.

(Chorus)
I stifled my lovelorn sighs as I leered. SPADES
I stifled my lovelorn sighs as I gawked. CLUBS
I stifled my lovelorn sighs as I ogled. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #567 by FisherKingKQJ

At long last I've found a man to spark
My tedious conventional appetites-
He looks queer, moonlights as a police nark;
He's bent on getting into my black tights.
The missionary position by rights
Should only be laid back and spreadeagle,
But my closed-leg clitoris climbs new heights,
The orgasm I rasp out is right regal.
My love-bites of his shoulders inveigle-
My scratchy nails snake along his hamstrings-
We're naughty rough, borderline legal-
A cheeky buttock pinch his orgasm pings.
My hair is platinum blonde, a catalyst;
Unchanging, myself, yet converting grist.

(Chorus)
My hair is platinum blonde, a catalyst. SPADES
My hair is platinum blonde, a freer. CLUBS
My hair is platinum blonde, a liberator. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #566 by FisherKingKQJ

Take it from me, darling; your husband is
Needful of a cheval-mirror peepshow,
So do what I do with or without the biz
Of a dry white aperitif cheek glow.
I sit him on the edge of the bed like so:
My bottom and thighs raised scarce an inch
Above his thighs, above his jemmy crow
To get front and back views of my wet winch.
Once, I got a jerking hard hamstring pinch
Which left me gasping, chancily winded-
The path toward multiple orgasm a cinch,
So single orgasms became rescinded.
You come like a line of skyrockets in jars;
You ventilate for large exploding stars.

(Chorus)
You come like a line of skyrockets in jars. SPADES
You come like a line of skyrockets in crocks. CLUBS
You come like a line of skyrockets in pots. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #565 by FisherKingKQJ

I winked up at him and raised his ankle,
Employed an obsequiously girlish look
With some good humour causing no rankle,
And teased with incisors every nook.
Impulse for shyness couldn't be mistook-
I palmed some lubricant around his shins
And calves as he gurgled this side of sook-
We both acknowledged my mischief with grins.
My boobs swung at his knees, twins versus twins,
I brushed a prickly loofah against his loin-
He arched on scary-safe needles and pins:
His feeble hand listlessly sought my groin.
It was my polished love that rasped him off;
At sixth sense tease, he wouldn't bristle or scoff.

(Chorus)
It was my polished love that rasped him off. SPADES
It was my polished love that rasped him finished. CLUBS
It was my polished love that rasped him gone. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #564 by FisherKingKQJ

Compromised, I downsized one of my gigs:
The multi-orgasm; he simply adored
Me for my self-knowledge by frigs,
But was too gentle to say he was bored.
The warning signals couldn't be ignored:
Beyond some pins and needles and vacuum
He'd pulled away, all of which underscored
By dreading gasps, and not moans modicum.
Enhancing lip-lock time-space continuum
With open eyes, I savoured the scent
Of his taut skin; I found his perineum,
To translate his grinding, hard ascent.
Venn diagram overlapped, we called a pax
Of thrusting blue orgasm and pink climax.

(Chorus)
Venn diagram overlapped, we called a pax. SPADES
Venn diagram overlapped, we called a ceasefire. CLUBS
Venn diagram overlapped, we called a truce. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #563 by FisherKingKQJ

A rough day at work leaves me tired and done,
Averse to his sexual advances, though
It's the bond that keeps us as unison,
So we've compromised us into slomo.
But I re-energise with fantasy flow:
I'll dress up as a thorough red cross nurse
Who saucily raises her fine, plucked brow,
Who invades a body space and worse.
Or else, I'll dress up by book, page and verse
As that wide-eyed clumsy teen schoolgirl
Whose fringe blows up, whose full red lips purse,
Whose gangly new arms round his buttocks curl.
Once fatigue blotting endorphin kicks in,
I can enjoy the sweated glow of his skin.

(Chorus)
I can enjoy the sweated glow of his skin. SPADES
I can enjoy the sweated glow of his hide. CLUBS
I can enjoy the sweated glow of his pelt. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #562 by FisherKingKQJ

You've got your new boyfriend fooled,
Fatboy, you're too much a woman to
Be outed by me, your skank past overruled;
Nor will I embarrass or publicly boo.
He's built an empire, he's made a booboo
By pushing your head into a limousine;
In your arms nestled, he's dim cuckoo,
Diffused by tinted bullet-proof windscreen.
The bankrupt tycoon and the former queen-
The fantabulous couple in starts and fits-
I still invoke the way you mince and preen-
The girlish cold baths to upsize your tits.
Fatboy, you're all woman past ridicule-
You can frig your clit down to granule.

(Chorus)
Fatboy, you're all woman past ridicule. SPADES
Fatboy, you're all woman past gibe. CLUBS
Fatboy, you're all woman past mockery. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #561 by FisherKingKQJ

So I wear high cut undies to make my legs
Look longer for him; I push my hair
Forward to make a face that softly eggs
A boy to kiss her brow and nip her ear.
I hunch my shoulders to give cleavage flare
My boney, pigeon chest completely lacks:
But I don't worry about my largish rear,
What makes me hot to him when I relax.
The varicose, stubble, cellulite tracks
Are canceled out by glossy satin sheets,
By clusters of candles and pillow stacks,
The theory of mind in which lust love meets.
My body and spirit for huge orgasm ache,
To prime a boy, to sign, one or two fake.

(Chorus)
My body and spirit for huge orgasm ache. SPADES
My body and spirit for huge orgasm hurt. CLUBS
My body and spirit for huge orgasm suffer. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #560 by FisherKingKQJ

So why does my boyfriend make love to me?
Sometimes I think he's squishing all my fat;
And yet, his character is sarcasm free-
I feel a surge of love this way then that.
When he strokes my hip curved and tummy flat
I try to divert him from giving head
To penetration of my swollen twat,
As oral sex is what I fake and dread.
You can point up that I need my head read,
That he feels in shape and size like anguish
And substitutes resignation instead;
Refuses to yield to hopeless languish.
My fake orgasms real orgasms unfetter,
So guiding my love from good to better.

(Chorus)
My fake orgasms real orgasms unfetter. SPADES
My fake orgasms real orgasms liberate. CLUBS
My fake orgasms real orgasms release. DIAMONDS

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There are good sonnets, there are bad sonnets...but fake sonnets are definitely against the rules.
With a bad sonnet of fourteen even rhymed lines it might be possible to luck into artificial intelligence, whereas a fake sonnet is less than nothing.
559 sonnets down, 441 to go.
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a study toward sonnet #535 by FisherKingKQJ

Between sensuality and passion pitched
The hard pursuit of happiness me first;
Complex questions of my judgment switched
To sparkling honesty at best or worst.
I was a doubter, flamboyantly versed,
Above board, sensible, inside the slipstream;
I was a slave behind deadlocks accursed
Till my soulmate sashayed in from a dream.
Life's blemishes and demands always stream
Accomplishments as selfish self-defense,
But my lover says things aren't as they seem,
Her kisses are much more than recompense.
My melancholy turns a liquid level;
In bounteous plateau is our sweet revel.

(Chorus)
My melancholy turns a liquid level. SPADES
My melancholy turns a liquid flat. CLUBS
My melancholy turns a liquid plain. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #559 by FisherKingKQJ

With him in the backseat, like a widget,
I took a strong, instant dislike to him;
It was mutual; he began to fidget;
Not that he wasn't handsome and slim.
He passed me ecstasy pills on a whim,
Perfect couple in front hard to swallow,
Matchmakers malignant or much too prim-
Infatuated, themselves, till tomorrow.
I knew him; I decided to follow
Him back to his apartment as to screw
Both in euphoria and deepest sorrow,
Convulsions and anguish-rid deja vu.
We talked endlessly whenas he was limp;
Frenetic nights on end I loved this wimp.

(Chorus)
We talked endlessly whenas he was limp. SPADES
We talked endlessly whenas he was flaccid. CLUBS
We talked endlessly whenas he was slack. DIAMONDS

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