a study toward sonnet #592 by FisherKingKQJ
So calculating, acolyte to smarm,
Up himself whole - a puffer fish of bloat
In his vibe of god's gift to chicks by charm,
He was so pointy with chat up by rote.
It was to me plain, I took mental note,
That his sights were set on my tight behind,
He was a toy dog in fluffy white coat
On hind legs looking for a shin to grind.
The sun baked my bandeau top dry as rind,
And the biological sweat on his brow
Struck me as great anxiety of the mind-
I loved his sculpted pecs, that much I'll vow.
I stirred, stirred, atop flagstone margin ledge,
Nor too far off nor too close to that edge.
(Chorus)
I stirred, stirred, atop flagstone margin ledge. SPADES
I stirred, stirred, atop flagstone margin bench. CLUBS
I stirred, stirred, atop flagstone margin shelf. DIAMONDS
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