a study towarrd sonnet #1,225 by FisherKingKQJ
Call me too laidback, much too easygoing,
Whatever pose he picks for me is great,
Say, china doll eyeing ceiling, still dead state,
Wheelbarrow, missionary, ruckus rowing.
I've got to speak out, its gold worth knowing,
In waking dream sales pitch, troy boiler plate,
If I mount from on high, it heaves some weight
To entry if thighs balance there unbowing.
When better placed, I'd dogear our old page,
Atypical clothes wear, tease new hairdo,
His gallivanting mind with guesses gauge,
Like at first, he'd be crowded you or you.
Pliant myself then, I'd muffle his first yawn,
And fit that girl on whom he used to fawn.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 yawn
o $10,000,000 dropjaw
o $10,000,000 gape
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