a study toward sonnet #1,322 by FisherKingKQJ
I'm liger-dude, trainer/agent, dash, whip, slash,
The hybrid larger than its parent parts,
My faghag tiger-chick fat lost sight of gash-
Was stood up on all her nine crouching starts.
We parry prices, we purr past panache,
We speculate in land, whitewash black arts,
We tip our hats to hush loot, claw-in cash,
We screw both seaboards with neap-tide charts.
My tiger-chick will pet her shedding puss,
In kitchen windows all day, feed a fright,
Then up the right of way will ride ex-wuss,
Yours truly, wised up, roaring rorts on site .
Our lovely neighbours sell out, say "They're sweet",
They tag a price for trappings on Queer Street.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 sweet
o $10,000,000 charming
o $10,000,000 nice
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