a study toward sonnet #970 by FisherKingKQJ
Lord Narito's men shall not embarrass
Ladies who might travel by his carriage;
If you're stuck in ruts, he doesn't harrass
Your heart with fake promises of marriage.
Though circling drivers might then disparage
In pitch of night, his rearguard men will yoke
Oxen stuck to oxen loose, prick barrage,
Confirm rim traction, spinning of each spoke.
I woke up drowsy, heard sweet stanzas stoke
The white sun rise, crisp cloudfree winter air;
My heart transported high, so turned to smoke-
Mouthed by a commoner, not worth the fare.
Lord Narito I love, his legs round mine,
I love the tingles up and down my spine.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 spine
o $10,000,000 backbone
o $10,000,000 girder
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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS