a study toward sonnet #940 by FisherKingKQJ
I'd scoped tall surfer boys as just my type,
They'd fizzle out, else not return a call
On sunny days, or talk possessive tripe,
I tip toe scurried scorching sand for all!
I met Chu-chu through friends, we had a ball,
Soon, everywhere he'd traipse my escort,
Though he was younger, black, and not so tall,
Though less than six foot I defined as short.
Always warm, as now, fun, one good sport,
Runt scapegoat he'd been saddled by the tribe,
He'd turned up his nose at ox blood by quart,
Exiled exchange student on donor-bribe.
Mind opened up to santoria's love whim,
I'll kiss forever hot lips below straw brim.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 whim
o $10,000,000 caprice
o $10,000,000 fiat
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