a study toward sonnet #838 by FisherKingKQJ
Men have always chased me up with vigor,
Because of red head fragile pretty looks,
But I thwart their dearth of factual rigor,
Can't be a clinging vine, won't sink in hooks.
I'm as tough as open leatherbound books
To analyse, past this snub freckled nose,
Accept the clear pure white skin of my nooks,
Blue vein branches where lacking adipose.
My back of knees, my temples by fringe flows,
My upturned wrists, public blue veins begin,
But in my ribcage pure humanity stows,
Don't count on a submissive, trembling grin.
You'll groom me feisty to get me into bed,
But when I turn you down, I'm poorly bred.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 bed
o $10,000 cot
o $10,000 futon
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