a study toward sonnet #1,160 by FisherKingKQJ
Sweet is the nectar in your pitcher plant,
You'd wave my nose to a watery grave,
Confuse me worse, when wedded enclave,
I'd bump back off the window of your cant.
Sweet is the nectar on your sundew slant,
Your tendrils, your blood red droplets enslave,
To enzymes clingy, I'd then inward cave,
I'd twist and twist in white lies that you grant.
Sweet is the scent of your venus trap,
Elegant, yet, you're in something lacking...
One problem is that you're not piled in crap,
I'm so flattered winged as worthwhile whacking.
If you smelt spoilt meat lily white arum,
In white flowers pretty, I'd soon succumb.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 succumb SPADES
o $10,000,000 ebb DIAMONDS
o $10,000,000 yield CLUBS
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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS