a study toward sonnet #613 by FisherKingKQJ
He was a tall, bowlegged brush salesman who
Was gruntled to be disco dancing close
To me in the gang in the throng and not woo,
Perhaps he was one of those whom time chose.
He was a pitcher, podgy, albino, in semi-pros,
Whose catchall line was hello sexy mamas,
Half mocking he'd tick off rosebuds in rows,
Our one way escapade the Bahamas.
I shushed them both, not liking big dramas,
Disliking human weakness, implicit frailty-
Booze superheated us to ghost plasmas-
They slapped my arse, I grabbed crotch as realty.
They turned out drinking buddies if not pals-
But past four gin and tonics, my leyline palls.
(Chorus)
They turned out drinking buddies if not pals. SPADES
They turned out drinking buddies if not amigos. CLUBS
They turned out drinking buddies if not chums. DIAMONDS
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