a study toward sonnet #1,466 by FisherKingKQJ
She'd be late twenties, barely thirties odd,
No kids yet, she must crave that cold, cold shower,
Being male, we can postpone that painful prod,
Tell me how is our pretty, fertile flower?
She knows how I ask round, and sees me scour
Her crowd for news, as if I'd ever nod,
Misreads abstention from a growl or glower
As healthy interest, my health slipshod.
I care for her, so don't tell my story
To her, the me named after my grand-dad
Well ahead of birth, to work things awry,
The got his green eyes, karma deeply mad.
I'm wired to wed rich, sixty odd years old
A woman twenty, have four kids, extolled.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 old
o $10,000,000 aged
o $10,000,000 seasoned
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