a study toward sonnet #1,275 by FisherKingKQJ
It's no good sobbing, wishing or else sighing
When you spy the sweet boy whom you treasure,
You should mull an active, median measure,
You should not dither thoughts of shame and dying.
You've got to pick out his likes without prying,
Favourite food through to leant on leisure,
Join his pastimes, so doing spike his pleasure,
And close in common loves that you're buying.
If he sorts fries, you chip in french as strings,
If he sorts hair up, you bare shoulder shrugs,
If he sorts wrestling, you get huge in hugs,
If he sorts tight skirts, you wear one that clings.
Do said things, you'll be ready in a snap,
He'll kiss and cuddle you all round the map.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 snap
o $10,000,000 click
o $10,000,000 ping
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