a study toward sonnet #659 by FisherKingKQJ
There are plenty who boast their hobbies,
There are plenty, too, who brag their clubs,
There are plenty who boast their lobbies,
There are plenty, else, who brag their drubs.
I'm quietly grateful for their many flubs,
For me alone the crinkles of your nose,
For me alone your rapid blinking blubs,
For me alone your earlobe blush of rose.
Your witching nature, happily, noone knows-
Bon bons aside, that you enjoy good health,
Sunrises sought out, that your doe eyes close,
Dirt poor, that you stand to inherit wealth.
I'm not about to prove you could exist
To braggarts blind, myself into brawls enlist.
(Chorus)
To braggarts blind, myself into brawls enlist. SPADES
To braggarts blind, myself into brawls count. CLUBS
To braggarts blind, myself into brawls order. DIAMONDS
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{Time to compose: 65 minutes.}