a study toward sonnet #1,497 by FisherKingKQJ
Just gather, my dear, once, though long ago,
I was too rapt and precious when I'd rate
The classic sonnets matchless creative flow
Some naive tour-de-force could not infiltrate.
Like classic muses past, you keep in stow
Of memory, prepubescent, you wait,
Quite ballroom dancing mine for months, in tow...
Wrong school enrolment cost me my soul mate.
In my life coincidences still astound,
I was born a row boat ride from the city
Searched by steeled crusaders' parlous pity,
Where octet butted sextet, first press bound.
Damsel dear, look under thy car bonnet,
Note two hundred horsepower haul a sonnet.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 bonnet
o $10,000,000 hood
o $10,000,000 lid
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