a study toward sonnet #1,532 by FisherKingKQJ
You're plump, your underwear elastics pinch,
Those frumpy clothes worn temporary fix,
You can't wear knee high boots till legs are sticks,
Down sizes ten, nine, eight, you'd work the winch.
I've sussed your mood, you're so far off a cinch,
Rough diamond, set midst sharper smoother chicks,
And how you'd nullify my heart, chance nix,
For loving less than perfect, pounds to inch.
Your locks are like a mass of fine spun gold,
You wear a black dress which is perfect foil-
Don't understand my wrist watch undersold-
White braid steel strap, and black dial white hands toil.
On Buddha's statue stamps of gold foil latch,
Your painful lard to me sculpts perfect match.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 latch
o $10,000,000 fasten
o $10,000,000 stick
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