a study toward sonnet #1,128 by FisherKingKQJ
Black Forest cuckoo harbinger of bling,
He's bellows punctual, breezy clockwork aired,
Wet twelve to one lunch he plays hand reared,
His lovers' bookends: card queen and king.
A multiplex choir of all cuckoos sling
Their tunes brand new and second string dog eared,
Their holo forest echoes them two tiered,
As cuckoo white eggs cuckoo brown eggs ping.
She vaunts the vague sobs of many who're hurt,
And creeps hands on said clock of bad luck bold,
That she, like he, can front up more than flirt,
For words quiet as, quite reversing cuckold.
Dear, she wants our nest, as she's a wittol,
Cuckoos all, but our white eggs no tittle.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 tittle
o $10,000,000 detail
o $10,000,000 point
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