a study toward sonnet #647 by FisherKingKQJ
I cut my hair much too short on the crown,
Was forced to shave it into a bald spot
To custom feast at any wedding in town,
At far flung tables unreserved a lot.
This tie's nylon, elastic windsor knot,
My hire suit bona fide bought from op shop,
Threadbare and stricken with odd ink blot,
As I met two westies in the gents on the hop.
So in the back seat one would roll and flop,
Misunderstand sweet mississipi mud,
Wrap piano wire around my head to lop,
Growl white chocolate as boss over dud.
With cake bride and groom, to heaven I float,
Predict the weather with my gaping throat.
(Chorus)
With cake bride and groom, to heaven I float. SPADES
With cake bride and groom, to heaven I drift. CLUBS
With cake bride and groom, to heaven I waft. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{Time to compose: 53 minutes.}