a study toward sonnet #734 by FisherKingKQJ
When that bastard daughter timely appeared
On our doorstep, my knees began to shake;
Her sweet unlined face then smiled and leered
As you can guess, it was so hard to take.
I can't see her, though she's not on the make-
My girl is midway through her third trimester-
I think that I can pull off being some fake-
Her mum's hot embraces were highs yester.
Against type, I played this wreckless jester,
And think of all the girls with whom I've lain-
Cringe that one wad could knock up and fester
Entire womanhood from Ukraine to Spain.
Under stacks of bastards catch their blindness.
(Chorus)
$10,000 kindness
$10,000 altruism
$10,000 clemency
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