a study toward sonnet #637 by FisherKingKQJ
I was whelmed by waves of delight and guilt
When my best pal was dropped by her cute beau;
I grit my teeth and thought of taking tilt
At her new, wrong face shape, tight curl hairdo.
That I could feel this way made me near spew-
A bitch, a snitch, a whinge of schadenfreude;
A healing patch it would me best suit sew
On her heart, barring chance of guilt laden feud.
My friend, I've always been a gladdened pseud,
Through shortcomings of this chosen icon
Sought my own huge doubts and sadness exclude,
Quite helpless when self censoring sly con.
I would not set you up to make you fail
This helping hand I stretch is true though frail.
(Chorus)
I would not set you up to make you fail. SPADES
I would not set you up to make you blunder. CLUBS
I would not set you up to make you crash. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{Time to compose: 1 hr 15 min.}