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a study toward sonnet #1,340 by FisherKingKQJ

He didn't treasure his three score and ten,
The bachelor enforced at fifty seven years
Went senile first, in front of married peers,
He yearned for love, no spinster served that yen.
He lugged explicit luck of meeker men,
Was pushed aside by girls for brutal leers
And beatings brutes delivered past good cheers,
The womens' hell lip service, classic hen.
Female coupling made him grin and garble,
His eyes were childish staring straight at you,
I watched his eyes settle smoking marble,
He was stone-hard dead and weighed a statue.
Van ambulance dollied, driver-fetcher,
And I hoisted him plumb down the stretcher.

o fetcher
o getter
o hauler