a study toward sonnet #1,440 by FisherKingKQJ
I catch your name, Sheryl, Shelly, Shirley,
Far too much background noise in grim High Street,
This carpark building cafe where I greet
You with big hand gestures, whispers burly.
Certified, your latest look is tong wavy, curly-
By stepping out with stereotypes I cheat
My fate of broken heart, cut loss upbeat,
Exit true commitment late or early.
One thing which I hate is sailor cussing,
But what if its your only feature fault?
What are sad blemishes which make you bolt?
I do tell some fibs to save the fussing.
This tryst goes custard, I'll still yet succumb,
I know that waitress, working solo mum.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 succumb
o $10,000,000 accept
o $10,000,000 yield
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