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
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]