a study toward sonnet #1,461 by FisherKingKQJ
Now she's found our white chapel, we'll be wed
Low key by some old cloistered, rebel monk,
An orphan, that's me, offering the dread
Of empty pews my aisle side, framed to flunk.
Her sister is best girl vowed, swollen head,
My booze mate is best man vowed, drip or drunk;
Her gown off white, she wants to be re-read-
Mid thirties, childless, thoroughly fed junk.
Goodlooking, open now to lowest of bids
Was she, a cherub gave poor me a shove,
No harm in helping her to have some kids,
And obvious were the obstacles to love.
A shrew or sterile, choosy, else too shy,
I thank God, wondrous, will not question why.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 shy
o $10,000,000 aloof
o $10,000,000 reticent
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