a study toward sonnet #611 by FisherKingKQJ
I was enraged by her uncalled for claim;
Petite, this slinky figurine-like blonde minx
And her upturned pixie beak meant to maim-
Her words requisite for her own hijinks.
She drew me with eyecandy girl talk links,
Liquid sympathy in her eyes probate-
She said that we girls were gluttons for stinks,
He was this treacherous and painful strait.
I scowled at her defiantly square and straight-
She parried with a highbrowed dark beauty
Who was good at punching above her weight-
She'd rip close, this undercutting cutie.
He would hug this woozy floozy with bliss-
I, drop dead dreamer, would the canvas kiss.
(Chorus)
He would hug this woozy floozy with bliss. SPADES
He would hug this woozy floozy with delight. CLUBS
He would hug this woozy floozy with ecstasy. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]