a study toward sonnet #640 by FisherKingKQJ
Whirlwind marriage: he was a brilliant chef
Who'd made his name on custard syllabub,
I was a student majoring some treble clef,
Layered oil and vinegar and nil a snub.
Obsession with me homogenised drub-
He breathed me, talked me, read me, and ate me;
I mentioned our whole marriage was a flub,
He put me down to raise the ante theme.
He whisked me off with brainwash anti-meme,
In front of friends and family he'd deal
And cater to my whims, and himself absteme,
In private traipsed me as trussed rolls of veal.
He put a padlock on our glassdoor fridge,
Which my warm perfectionism couldn't bridge.
(Chorus)
Which my warm perfectionism couldn't bridge. SPADES
Which my warm perfectionism couldn't overarch. CLUBS
Which my warm perfectionism couldn't span. DIAMONDS
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{Time to compose: 63 minutes}