a study toward sonnet #669 by FisherKingKQJ
At close of summer you left for the spring,
Surfeit with lime limes and lemons green
And bastard grapefruit all season king
On which the other countries aren't so keen.
Off your off season trades I need not wean,
As clockwise water here spins the sinkhole,
Corkscrews the planet's core into your scene
And anticlockwise spins up orange bole.
A cakewalk in sweet Madeira you stroll-
I picture your sales pitch in my versed mind-
The business trip taking its scaled bankroll,
As gallons reduced, as zest grams of rind.
I bring cumquats on a spanish galleon,
You rule stone docks on a moorish stallion.
(Chorus)
I bring cumquats on a spanish galleon. SPADES
I bring cumquats on a spanish barque. CLUBS
I bring cumquats on a spanish caravel. DIAMONDS http://www.yahoo.com
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{Time to compose: 39 minutes.}