a study towards sonnet #1,441 by FisherKingKQJ
To gratitude you give lip service glib
Ad nauseum, pleasant manners play your code
Of ethics, I cringe your each last episode,
Your pledge now seems a flippant fib.
I'll do you favours free, you needn't crib
Door openings, chair tug outs, there's an ode
To your looks, even while you're crash diet mode,
All chivalry as you're my chevron dib.
Truth is, our love has not yet been tested,
Drycleaning suits shows something how you feel,
It's my cash which you thus count divested
I think how I do treat you royal, get real.
I owe you favours, since you saved my arse,
That's my character, this mental parse.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 arse
o $10,000,000 backside
o $10,000,000 rear
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