a study toward sonnet #1,474 by FisherKingKQJ
We can't chat next time, or I'll start to say
What people think and talk, that I'm a tart,
Above my station, starved right from the start,
You've been low key, you can just ease at bay.
I'll front up - your misdeeds outweigh
Your generosity, your droll eyes dart
Around her pleasant po face, us they part,
You can't see past my sister, her okay.
Not as cute as me bar fine cosmetics,
Nor as clued up, bar fancy mobile phones,
And her push up bras are the prosthetics,
My tiny whinges hardly match her moans.
What you will say, call her wild comb honey,
When at end, you married loans of money.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 honey
o $10,000,000 nectar
o $10,000,000 mead
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