a study toward sonnet #589 by FisherKingKQJ
I watched myself foist upon him sarcasm,
And manipulation, not least whingeing,
I missed the fights, the fiery, steamy miasm,
We were possessed by parents impingeing.
With telepathy, I wasn't exactly infringing
On his thoughts private: it was quid quo pro-
His flowers on my flowers thus hingeing,
His come on on my come on thus to follow.
He's a lovely fellow, we're not fallow-
And clinging and jealous is an awkward role-
And self-absorbed and bustling plain loco,
I'll win him back with a flat white and roll.
We've both grown up on favour for favour,
And to no-man's land returned a fervour.
(Chorus)
We've both grown up on favour for favour. SPADES
We've both grown up on favour for boon. CLUBS
We've both grown up on favour for service. DIAMONDS
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