a study toward sonnet #767 by FisherKingKQJ
I'm one of thousands of men who love you;
Blushes each, addled, dithers and dickers,
To be near without stirring up a queue,
Entranced and keen to enter your knickers.
Down your tailbone where no clumsy nick errs,
Bright blue butterflies make my heart flutter,
Where art's propriety with tattoo bickers-
There such drooling platitudes I'd utter.
The stampede kicks me down in the gutter-
Take pity on me and my moth blue bruises-
A chancey upskirting by a flaccid nutter-
Perhaps you have tears for he who loses?
Love me then generic insurance claim,
Love my brown hair and moustache as same.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 claim
o $10,000 assertion
o $10,000 flag
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]