a study toward sonnet #1,287 by FisherKingKQJ
12.9.07 (xiii)
My girl's a muscle toned, enticing nag
I swear or snort , I wear her bit the boss,
As much as my head might snap back, I gag,
Ill bred contempt in love seems love at loss.
Her old boyfriends are her backstory snag,
I'm her simple stalking horse, one mane toss
Sends me ahead of her, I bear her bag
Or clutch beneath my arm, her fringe hairs cross.
Staircase landings serve as firebreak clearings,
First I'm neighed mule by her feral pony,
She'll screech him donkey kong ring-in phoney,
I'll lap him then as she breaks his bearings.
In brass and leather braces I'll trot-pace,
As bait establish for small boys a place.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 pace
o $10,000,000 canter
o $10,000,000 jog
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