a study toward sonnet #825 by FisherKingKQJ
I answered her plea by setting her loose,
To double check if our old love was stale;
To you my friend I feel it is I lose
My sweet young girl now without fail.
The circumstance is not for me to rail,
Inside a friendship predating money,
As volunteer descriptions from regale
Turned you onto my hot bashful honey.
Any thoughts of you both are sunny,
You're as volatile as blended whiskey,
She as witty and you as slapstick funny,
I lose one or none whereat you're frisky.
Tell, do I love too little or too much?
Is your glass over flowing or even dutch?
(Chorus)
o $10,000 much
o $10,000 lots
o $10,000 plenty
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