a study toward sonnet #1,328 by FisherKingKQJ
Found amongst my friends, I'd figure fickle,
The stubborn, bumptious, superficial sort,
They teased out why I took on worrywart,
Raised their hackles, why so primed, I'd prickle.
Worrywart stood petrified, last pickle,
Her bitten down nails broken skanky short,
I stepped in as good samaritan, to thwart-
We ran gauntlet, signed my tweak or tickle.
Past the purger, this scrubber, the cutter,
And past a pair of beautiful queen bees
Whose unsmiling eyes ours forced to flutter,
We slinked, my hand in hers, with bonding squeeze.
She's plays too sweet, and comes across as cloying,
A bite-to-knuckle-try-hard, ally bouying.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 cloying
o $10,000,000 overrefined
o $10,000,000 saccharine
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