a study toward sonnet #1,146 by FisherKingKQJ
You're sour or snobby, scathing of the least,
Which tamps out all your admirable traits,
Your heart is stiff when it puts me in straits
For loving your looks as a visual feast.
In your demeanour breaks the touch of beast,
Prejudice, social ladders, rack which rates,
You've turned a famished, whingeing wolf of baits,
And yet my fear for you has scarcely ceased.
You're some cuddly wolf cub in wolf's clothing,
Honest as gruff, yet growing more sinister,
Putting up with me through placid loathing,
Howled down, doggedly on I'd minister.
Your hackles raised, how for you I still pine,
Wave you a crumb of bread, a drop of wine.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 pine
o $10,000,000 hanker
o $10,000,000 yearn
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