a study toward sonnet #625 by FisherKingKQJ
To my man friend I've given tiny thought,
He's my trustworthy imperial yardstick
Or pacesetter though often we've madly fought;
We've backed each other through thin and thick.
My opinions I don't have to change a lick
Or qualify or excuse when I debate with him,
He's so contrary I'm sure he'll never nick
My ideas or twist them, he's smirking grim.
Man friend's proportional of head and limb
His passion for butterflies from Zanzibar
Is our bond, other men handsome and slim
Aren't into it, leave me feeling bizarre.
To be entangled so I'm somewhat loathe
He gives me butterflies closed, open, both.
(Chorus)
He gives me butterflies closed, open, both. SPADES
He gives me butterflies closed, open, pair. CLUBS
He gives me butterflies closed, open, twosome. DIAMONDS
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{time taken to compose love sonnet= 50 minutes}