a study toward sonnet #720 by FisherKingKQJ
Sweet Julia, they leave me seething furious
When they say how remote I've grown,
At health resorts quite sappy uxurious
About perfect you, won't leave me alone.
Too violent for taste, I should civvy drone
About public matters, bar my land storm,
Bar my bills that ex-soldiers farm and own
As tribute for making Rome's peace the norm.
I felt lonesome in my Triumphal pleb swarm,
As Jupiter daubed with red lead face paint,
With purple toga loosely draped on my form,
Embellished by gold stars without restraint.
You've bollocked old King Mithridate's gang.
(Chorus)
$1000 sang
$1000 crooned
$1000 warbled
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