a study toward sonnet #632 by FisherKingKQJ
I've got the street poet's wild gift of the gab,
The wrinkle free face and searching mind,
So why not put my phone sex calls on the tab
Of my landlady motherly and kind?
She picked me out when I was in a bind
In overnight shelters else sleeping rough,
I wasn't the bloke to loot biddies blind-
You can't clip price tags on pillow talk stuff.
New sex phone worker Jo might call my bluff
And turn up buxom naked on our doorstep-
She's raunchy and yet polished in the buff?
Girls don't care if it's lovemaking or prep.
I got some periodic detention for that pap-
All square now, for nonwanking a wrist slap.
(Chorus)
I got some periodic detention for that pap. SPADES
I got some periodic detention for that gunk. CLUBS
I got some periodic detention for that mush. DIAMONDS
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{time to compose: 48 minutes.}