sonnet #1,579
I owe you dear its dear you whom I thank
Wed rendezvous discreetly out of view
Youve come a long way from wild streetwise skank
Your selfimprovement books are stolen few
You tease all tongue in cheek my file and rank
A mobsters moll amused your gags are blue
You rope in parlour pals I spank and yank
You screw around a pole you wink and woo
Merci beaucoup on prurient panties peeps
As gusts of wind whoosh up your dainty dress
A peekaboo gauze blouse which mobsters bless
Invites in rosy shades male mental leaps
I love you cute I curse amnesia cruel
Your chiffon top torn beats a bowl of gruel
Chorus cruel harsh mean