a study toward sonnet #633 by FisherKingKQJ
I'm wiggled this way then also tugged that,
Then buzzed by crowded bestial magnetism-
Exists no fellow whom I'd turn down flat
Based on good grooming and athleticism.
Love now drums to me its dual catechism:
Do I find someone new or stick to grovel?
True love doesn't turn on a mannerism,
Prefers new bud to gimmick that's novel.
Should we share in a house or a hovel?
Love voids a large lease for a small freehold,
Tranches digs with either spade or shovel,
Can't be loud combatted nor soft cajoled.
Am I wide eyed dreamer disposed to shocks?
Are these just lovers' tour of duty knocks?
(Chorus)
Am I wide eyed dreamer disposed to shocks? SPADES
Am I wide eyed dreamer disposed to jolts? CLUBS
Am I wide eyed dreamed disposed to whammies? DIAMONDS
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{Time to compose: 40 minutes.}