a study toward sonnet #1,355 by FisherKingKQJ
I grieve seized galleon La Vierge du Bon Port,
Hate Pommie privateers, drowned as they robbed
The hold of booty, even as she bobbed,
Keeled over, sank, the reckless, wretched sort.
I, Louis, Sun King, allow that we abort
The troves of Madagascar, how I've sobbed
For losses which great Satan our way lobbed,
I scupper plans to build a beachhead fort.
My father, God, I grant that galleon's gold
And silver ingots, spermwhale ambergris-
If you grant me one spoil that's undersold-
To your vast bank vaults of heaven's bliss.
You love me, God, so raise her wreck a lick,
I crave one gold earwax scoop cum toothpick.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 lick
o $10,000,000 tad
o $10,000,000 smidgeon
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