a study toward sonnet #1,458 by FisherKingKQJ
I'd like to shout how much I love you, dear,
Yet I'm afraid that bolder boys will ape
And drone je t'aime as I now do, for dare,
In this old housie hall such nerves escape.
So hand on hip, and hand in hand we share
The old waltz records; roused by your nape,
I have to hide a hard on, then I wear
My cardigan stretched down, to cover shape.
I love you, Cheryl, you aren't one to whinge,
I want to hug you firm as we foxtrot,
Your figure hugging tights and mini hot,
And my lips want to flick that bobbing fringe.
I'd get banned from ballroom social dancing,
Touch you no more, I won't travel chancing.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 dancing
o $10,000,000 shimmying
o $10,000,000 twinkling
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