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
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]