a study toward sonnet #1,187 by FisherKingKQJ
You're bold, selfassured, pretty, pretty cruel,
Superlatives reach for my odd stumble;
That you grouch at me, I shouldn't grumble,
You touche me, sure, in an odd talk duel.
We're each three quarters water by science rule,
We're dust elements might make humble;
We're roles backlit by literalist mumble,
Our bones made over, skin made by the joule.
The tanless knee scars somehow track you real,
As girls go, you're cruel, pretty much wreckless,
The tower of Babel is your blatant ordeal,
Floating satellite ward shows you feckless.
As tripping up a tower is your block course,
Should I ring to rage at you till we're hoarse?
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 course
o $10,000,000 path
o $10,000,000 road
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