a study toward sonnet #1,354
Weeks now watching sad twin cherubs flutter
And swoop and stuka through a Judas hole;
My name's Judas, it's my bread and butter
To dole out passwords, prep a damaged soul.
Music mad young mum can't help but utter
Love's string alongs, all singalongs extol,
Pub folk sip beer, clap time, judgement splutter-
She's queen of karaoke, wins purse by poll.
Why I guard these gates of purgatory?
Patience is a virtue, end of sorry story;
Breastfeeding tests the choosy cherub taste?
I'm here to hinder souls in too much haste.
She clapped her ears, hurt by their caterwaul,
Like Cain and Abel, their tomcat twin brawl.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 caterwaul
o $10,000,000 screeching
o $10,000,000 whining
Judas Iscariot telegraphs the password: miaow.
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