a study toward sonnet #850 by FisherKingKQJ
I'm bringing you back your cute little pet,
Serve penance for belittling his disease,
He should've been off sooner to our vet,
Distressed bald by miniature crowds of fleas.
I'll ask your forgiveness on bended knees,
For tandem optimism and lassitude,
Expecting strife to get better by degrees
Of self healing, elsewhere given lattitude.
Deja vu drives sense near your altitude,
It prints a frown on your sweet baby face,
Coins symbols for which you've an aptitude,
I see a spat about fleabombs and mace.
He's fluffy white, between us, on a beach,
But dare I say, his bum requires a bleach.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 beach
o $10,000 littor
o $10,000 strand
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