a study toward sonnet #1,141 by FisherKingKQJ
I seemed jammed in jeweller's hand model,
She'd break me into bold strip mall billboards,
In cowboy boots and bootcut jeans and cords,
My blonde partner whooped the deal a doddle.
She beamed at my breasts and whined a yodel,
She slipped me polaroids of skimpy hordes
Who'd done her budget brochures as young wards,
Voiced up her vibrator, how she'd coddle.
I warned her: I was in love with a chick,
She was settled, herself years on steady,
I wouldn't have to give my girl the flick,
If more followed as bonus, she felt ready.
But girls might get mad, call me ginger slut,
As I'm not blind to her butch short hair cut.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 slut
o $10,000,000 hoofer
o $10,000,000 tart
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