a study toward sonnet #843 by FisherKingKQJ
I've got my cash stashed in a money box,
Away from torrents, fade of sunny day,
My doors inlaid by peepholes, chains and locks,
Near paths patrolled by camera array.
Somehow I don't mind letting sunlight play,
On your sweet face for lotharios to view,
And more fool I not to treat you as prey,
I share the wonder of cool things you do.
I should break you in with a fun curse new,
Dress you in burka that you backwards swear,
Place you under twentyfour hour curfew,
As it's your gold heart I hold much more dear.
In neither looks nor mind you being a dud
In tablecloth garb, I'd concede nose stud.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 dud
o $10,000 bogus
o $10,000 fake
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