a study toward sonnet #1,013 by FisherKingKQJ
A plan of chatting him up makes me cringe,
I tell myself it's been done that many times
By other people, likewise block out whinge,
Embarrassment and brush offs hardly crimes.
So I've got to make a move with standby primes,
You know, I can be fun, I'm not so bad looking,
And when I'm teased I do soft shin kick mimes,
I've found love, I want its darkness brooking.
This might take an index finger crooking,
Better yet, a light how're you doing stranger,
What about converting smiles to hooking?
One hand meanwhile nervous hemline ranger.
If I could just pluck up my deluded nerve,
And flaunt him me as me with native verve.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 nerve
o $10,000,000 courage
o $1o,000,000 gumption
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