a study toward sonnet #1,250 by FisherKingKQJ
You might call her the slut, I chat her cheap,
As I'd give space to her unspoken whim,
An outfit outside our last budget trim,
The slack to meet and dump one sullen creep.
She'd wend back willing, having failed to reap
Highstanding fruit that sorts bland on the skim,
Displeasure mixed in with her giggly grin,
And myself hoodwinked, I'd half sideways peep.
One night I peeled home early by strange chance,
And peeped a pretty boy up her on the couch-
He looked a boiled chook in wheelbarrow stance,
I cranked it off in an impromptu crouch.
One airgun slug aimed in his eye would kill-
He'd die asleep, her heart clanged to standstill.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 kill
o $10,000,000 annihilate
o $10,000,000 slay
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SPADES DIAMOND CLUBS HEARTS