a study toward sonnet #1,030 by FisherKingKQJ
My forehead, cheeks and neck go red hot flush
When I sight close this intriguing fellow;
I'm overwhelmed by lovely feeling crush,
I speak low his name when I should bellow.
On a landing once I was cowardly yellow
And rubbed my shoulder on his going down fast;
He smiled such a way that hinted mellow,
When I tripped on a step he was plain aghast.
In a mall once I swerved grandly right past
In hot new heels which made a farting noise;
He smiled such a way that blanked my warm blast,
Not laughing loud to hurt my loss of poise.
So, sweetie, am I still in with a chance,
Or have I stuffed up short of devious trance?
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 chance
o $10,000,000 roll
o $10,000,000 shot
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