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a study toward sonnet #1,361 by FisherKingKQJ

Limp skeleton bound round a mizzen mast,
Belaying pin gauged a gag in his teeth for
Chewing out the captain, cussing his great store
In weevil eaten biscuits, earned repast.
That's what I guess, a clear eye casual cast,
His yellow ribs might wear seven score
Of foot in mouth conchs; two jacks teasing soar
Their reef shark's pressure wave, they flit nose fast.
A white tip shark now cruises, flanked by crew
Of pilot fish in prison stripes, so droll,
They dare not order their boss what to do,
Yet bait small fry as hors d'ouevres, shoal by shoal.
I, sex bot, arrear hid my luck primed rump,
I peeped this posted at the old bilge pump.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 rump
o $10,000,000 arse
o $10,000,000 backside

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