a study toward sonnet #1,448 by FisherKingKQJ
(llxxxxxi)
Said you'd love me like your little sister,
Which meant I could no longer lounge half nude,
Oathed you'd love me whole summer interlude,
Which meant senior girls made your eyes glister.
Said your timing was a sad head twister
Which meant a break up would be quick and crude,
Oathed you were a feckless, messy mister,
Which meant a likely love had been previewed.
Said I was pretty, you craved someone plain
To match your hypoallergenic plain looks,
Oathed I was clever, you craved a slower brain,
Mine put your trembling heart on tenterhooks.
Je t'aime, monsieur, et non, je ne c'est quoi,
You cut me slack, can you say au revoir?
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 quoi
o $10,000,000 vas
o $10,000,000 what
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[This sonnet is my Valentine's day gift to S.M.
Je t'aime, mademoiselle, tojours.]
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