a study toward sonnet #641 by FisherKingKQJ
You're still the same wine-sipping masochist,
You want to hear all, how I've scarcely coped;
I'm boorish, sure, though no misogynist-
She says that I've turned out just as she hoped.
Same city, same block, we haven't eloped
From your large ego, as you might discern;
I'm wide eyed in love, not mickey finn doped...
What other factoids would you like to learn?
She's heiress with old aussie money to burn,
Brown sloe eyed, cream and peaches angel face
So wince your cringes, your frown from me turn,
Against yourself flick your low jealous ace.
True, her character is not as pleasant,
But you know me, self-same leering peasant.
(Chorus)
True, her character is not as pleasant. SPADES
True, her character is not as nice. CLUBS
True, her character is not as suave. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{Time to compose: 45 minutes. Pleasant/peasant
is a completely new rhyme. I've done hundreds of others,
in other words, done the impossible.}