a study toward sonnet #715 by FisherKingKQJ
I was hurt sorely when you called me wuss,
You're a stranger when you're cold and squiffy;
Bad tempered, humourless, ingrate sour puss,
You're tough as supercilious full blown sniffy.
I might stray with someone highstrung and iffy,
She's on par beautiful, though less disarming,
She's our mutual friend who's here in a jiffy,
Quirky habits through time mutate charming.
Knowing hate by rote can feel oddly calming,
Flu vaccines blow up said head for short while,
A smaller dose teased small bulks as balming,
You won't chuck plates to harmonise your bile.
It grants me breathing space to think anew.
(Chorus)
$100,000 flu
$100,000 bot
$100,000 cold
http://www.msn.com
[Example of an award wager from the Punters' Union on the autocube3
for 3d interactive movies.]