a study toward sonnet #1,454 by FisherKingKQJ
My first love loved to play the forest witch,
I was a warlock under her great spell,
The Wahine storm whacked thick oaks that fell,
She vanished swiftly, left me not a stitch.
My second love best served the lucky switch,
A blonde part Croatian, she did win snap well,
It was my jealous dad who jinxed life hell,
He slagged her fisher grandpa, self made rich.
My third love was a jukebox jackpot struck,
A waltz and foxtrot partner, else freestyle,
The housie hall swung us such learned luck,
I split for some high school, off track one mile.
Yes, later cute girls proved giving as these,
Yet never enough to nurse a skin disease.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 those
o $10,000,000 these
o $10,000,000 they
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