a study toward sonnet #667 by FisherKingKQJ
So colour me through and through fatalist,
Again think - I scarcely dare say your name,
You're too enchanting as this catalyst
Transforming better, yourself much the same.
You count to ten and don't lay direct blame,
You sleep on stoushes to strategise win,
And only with patience such often claim,
Or harness enemy force with sidestep pin.
I kiss and buss your milky, soft white skin,
Untainted by wild onion stalk foot crushed,
Grey willow aspirin wet scents breathe in
And St John's wort and chamomile as brushed.
In gardens of blight free and blight rid weeds,
Your blackberries full kiss my hunger feeds.
(Chorus)
In gardens of blight free and blight rid weeds. SPADES
In gardens of blight free and blight rid parasites. CLUBS
In gardens of blight free and blight rid sponges. DIAMONDS
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{Time to compose: 59 minutes}