a study toward sonnet #1,050 by FisherKingKQJ
We met at the Turkish cafe-karaoeke
For our first deal acclimatising lunch;
It was atmospheric quaint, tad pokey,
An abacus short of blunt numbercrunch.
You were delicious as you clapped a brunch,
I loved the spangled fez and natty suit;
You'd had spies vet me was my gutfelt hunch,
For ethics were known not to give a hoot.
Your billionaire self I was sure you'd toot,
To haggle me down with a macho growl,
Instead I watched you quietly plunge a chute
With orange sherbet in the hookah bowl.
I puffed aromatic pure steam by turn,
Revisited the many noughts we'd earn.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 turn
o $10,000,000 go
o $10,000,000 roll
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