a study toward sonnet #1,055 by FisherKingKQJ
When I approach a man on whom I'm keen
Love fantasies stroll us down the aisle,
This takes less than a hug, a casual smile,
Smooth happy ever after I soon glean.
Last man to charm and soothingly beguile
Proved mannered, fussy, fell so short in trial,
A fusion of quaint never was has been,
I learned there was no thing such as my style.
One day I inched out of my self made fort,
Disguised as podgy, in a dress code lax,
A method gesture found not too hard to port,
K Road fleamarkets hit for mental pax.
I'd guessed her clever, buxom honey blonde,
Wise, buxom, wily, brunette nearby conned.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 blonde
o $10,000,000 fair
o $10,000,000 light
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