a study toward sonnet #818 by FisherKingKQJ
Darling, perfect men are dime a dozen,
Your standards are too high, too too surreal,
Since he's not a brother or a cousin,
Then you can propitiate or close your deal.
I don't want you denying what you feel,
But so what if he's plucking grey hairs out,
Or capping his worn canine teeth with steel,
He's not the sort to hide a rash or gout.
You're forty now, by clocks you want to flout,
You love his skin tone, eye colour falling short,
In your dream man, undermine your doubt,
Your own failings aired, does he ever snort?
If we loved saidsame glittering gold coin,
You'd be inspired to tarnish or purloin.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 coin
o $10,000 disk
o $10,000 token
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