a study toward sonnet #649 by FisherKingKQJ
My Marie butchie found out that I snowdrop-
I'm smarter than a tabby at said game;
Off washlines and into my pockets pop
Bras, brassieres, satin panties, without fame.
Too clever by half, I'll dodge any blame-
I'll give her fresh panties and cucumbers,
As she's the One who will not call me lame
For asking for bank accounts and numbers.
At me people laugh, here he now lumbers-
Or, toothless, ginger, phat giant who stands
Outside this fruitshop in wide-eyed slumbers,
A grungy cabbage leaf in his hot hands.
Too late for dentures are my shrunken gums-
Just right for snuffling lady butchie bums.
(Chorus)
Just right for snuffling lady butchie bums. SPADES
Just right for snuffling lady butchie arses. CLUBS
Just right for snuffling lady butchie tushes. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{Time to compose: 51 minutes. I'm quietly confident that by
2007AD I'll be writing 1 world class blank verse or
half rhyme play per month.}