a study toward sonnet #642 by FisherKingKQJ
It's making me choke; I want to keep sane;
His cheat being a ghastly smack in teeth,
Just hearing of his fiancee is my bane-
I'd like to float on my back in the Lethe.
The bitch has vanished, I can now breathe,
He's swapped a trollop for a giggling turd;
So cheap in changing posy into wreath
Before it wilts, he'll marry lucky third.
Compulsion to fire off the final word
Assuages now - he'd call the call as lame,
Employing the tact and morals of a merd;
I can't help placing on me total blame.
Say hilarious girls who've managed breaks:
Tear up the photos, release your brakes.
(Chorus)
Say hilarious girls who've managed breaks. SPADES
Say hilarious girls who've managed fissures. CLUBS
Say hilarious girls who've managed splits. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{Time to compose: 50 minutes.}