a study toward sonnet #1,260 by FisherKingKQJ
Though you asked me for your arse dimension,
You wore a skirt as wide as sun bleached sail,
You swept me on to say that you'd go stale-
Never would I leave in sought dissension.
Though you asked me for your arched lip tension,
You glossed them thick as crimson chinese kale,
You flagged me on to say that you'd go frail-
Never could I leave with mustered mention.
Though you asked me for your laugh throes old thread,
You narrowed your eyes into nagging bags,
You dowsed me on to say that you'd go dead-
Never would I leave at garrulous gags.
Never would I dump you, scotch sour hindsight,
You're my true love, my laugh, my life, my light.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 hindsight
o $10,000,000 backlook
o $10,000,000 rearview
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