a study toward sonnet #1,314 by FisherKingKQJ
My wife's pretty kind, one barefaced beauty,
Chaste teen like blushes in her cheeks twirl,
Though I've gone strand grey, she calls me cutie,
Off days on, she'll raise dry plates, never hurl.
Tramping well-worn tours of parent duty,
I pinned one nappy on our newborn girl,
My nose peg clipped, shocking pink and fruity,
That both might love me cool, in my arms curl.
Gas scented bunsens fire my brandy still,
Steamed retorts my socalled redneck passion,
Pals mumble that I'll get booze plum, mash in,
My love nips shot glass lip to foretold skill.
Unbeaten, boozing, I roll with punches,
My boss tealeaf reads, she takes in hunches.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 punches
o $10,000,000 blows
o $10,000,000 smacks
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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