a study toward sonnet #1,468 by FisherKingKQJ
What tawdry faux pas made you slap your friend's
Back swell and loud, mock friendly, as he spoke?
It's not like you to jerk around and joke,
Your new found jealousy a sour note sends.
You well think our embracing cheating wends,
I chafe at held back tears on which I'd choke
It's all just friendly, the pat, prod or poke
To which the arm in arm slow walking pends.
When I'm merry you'll call me plain dizzy,
And when I'm serious you'll call me just sad;
And when I wear shorts, you'll deem me growing lad,
When I wear brooches, you'll deem me bust busy.
These slights don't worry, matter not a whit,
Sunglasses on his crown weren't budged one bit.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 whit
o $10,000,000 jot
o $10,000,000 speck
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