a study toward sonnet #1,404 by FisherKingKQJ
(lllv)
I was alert to means of men, immune
To their insidious charms, so his flex
Of rippling arm muscles didn't at all attune
With my libido brief, nor did it vex.
I slid off the escalator none too soon,
He swaggered sinuously as my last ex,
In shaping short shorts, the work-out loon,
I stamped designer pumps to perplex.
He'd muscled into specialized pub sports,
Chucked darts for money, gym work divvied edge;
Old men were closed out amateur cohorts,
I thought golf, bowls, no depth too low to dredge.
I bid him bye, with enigmatic smiles,
He got a glance of me in marble tiles.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 tiles
o $10,000,000 flagstones
o $10,000,000 slabs
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