a study toward sonnet #1,365 by FisherKingKQJ
The Magus called me stupid bonehead bot,
It hurt me horridly, you would surely think
Brain haemorrhage, poor man, some kind of clot
Of blood in his wise head, a blown nerve link.
I shied away from my lord, well shot
Of his ingenious presence, charming wink;
In my shipwreck, my civil private spot,
I plucked at fans and sponges, green and pink.
The silversides and sardines in a shoal
And a school, a silver tarpon hurtles
Among them; nearby flap two green turtles,
On quarterdeck four crimson lobsters stroll.
Moray male eels mad, who've struck a squiggle,
Green heart, groove in grit, it gets a giggle.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 squiggle
o $10,000,000 curlicue
o $10,000,000 flourish
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