a study toward sonnet #1,135 by FisherKingKQJ
My past addicted eyes can't pluck enough
From your yearning, youthful face and deeds,
Though your own sight with broad suspicion beads,
Though your judgments are acid rank and rough.
All counterbalanced by your cloistered stuff,
The not-so-soft rebuffs in memo screeds,
Where bittersweet to simply bitter leads,
Where my infatuation flags navel fluff.
I've dreamed you made over as my missus,
I being gaunt man gauche in yon looking glass,
Nervous voice leased back by said Narcissus,
As you hold back, forgo one hissed faux pas.
On you, I'd mate male deep sea angler fish,
A tumour stuck on your large curvy swish.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 fish
o $10,000,000 aquatic
o $10,000,000 swimmer
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