a study toward sonnet #675 by FisherKingKQJ
My Muse, you ask me often why I write
Of you as if there were nought to describe
In your deeds or mannerisms left but trite
Or drawn out housebound nonsense in a jibe.
It's true that I sometimes too much imbibe,
I take much pride in my work and its source,
And I can proffer no bright future bribe
To get you to stick the repetitive course.
True, I seem to rework same things till hoarse,
But should I not praise now in your beauty
As future years insist their wrinkles coarse
Through these memory pegs summon duty?
So finish my suave sentences in this groove,
Walk me down memory's curt cumquat grove.
(Chorus)
So finish my suave sentences in this groove. SPADES
So finish my suave sentences in this rut. CLUBS
So finish my suave sentences in this sluice. DIAMONDS
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{Time to compose: 49 minutes.}