sonnet #1,615

I reacted as though nothing harmed could hurt
And my deeds were contextual, time the lag,
Dark hours, days into months could whizz or flag,
My listless life was stuck on red alert.
You were a comrade, mate, or more than skirt,
A bubbly babe, maybe faghag, no nag,
A gentle touch whatever gender bag,
Small talk, a tap that rouses from inert.
It's wondrous brilliant when I feel this fine,
You showed me love in spectrums row by row
In colours caring christian, veiled agape divine,
Romantic, graceful grateful, twinned rainbow.
You, you alone who showed me my quiet doubt
A rainbow feint beyond bond, exact same route.

(Chorus)

o doubt
o scepticism
o quandary

sonnet #1,614

(Restricted to eighteen years and over.)

My blinking name is blimmin' Cheeky Chick,
I'm your sex robot - fancy four pigtails?
My hands my snigger stifle, mouthy veils,
I snort, you loser, did you call in sick?
My quick ribtickling teases turn the trick-
He'll slip out winded, chuffed, yet chug off rails,
I'll roughly reinsert him, sniff, loser bails,
On poor sad you and you alone they pick.
Are you in yet? Dig that drawstring doll kind?
There's more to me than spring-out-tongue, or snook-
I'll fart as you pump sweet pussy from behind,
I'll blow some bubblegum or browse a book.
Just as you've pinned me with grunts, I'll giggle,
Making you whip out on mounting wriggle.

(Chorus)

o giggle
o chortle
o titter

(Editor's note - would've thought Dastardly Bastard
and Bitch, Chirpy Chap and Cheeky Chick, got along
better.)

sonnet #1,613

(Restricted to eighteen years and over.)

Not all that mean nor sour when you know me,
Mood swings do channel often some higher cause,
I'm Bitch, sex robot, claim a ponce's pause,
My service stringent, straight up, sugar free.
Whilst sitting nudging nice atop his knee
I'll sneer generic notes off files of flaws-
Say, you're not much in macho, else which thaws
And stiffens, flourish schadenfreude teehee.
Your angling, undersexed piece of arse
Loves my large swell of bust and strappy slot,
Squirms medicating me cool, just the shot,
As closet bachelors are beyond a farce.
He'll wear me, rubberised a double bind,
My loins'll dispense an ointment while I grind.

(Chorus)

o bind
o trim
o wrap

sonnet #1,612

They'd swear me underachiever and cheapskate
Buying hookers cups of coffee, four or five
Or sunrise, there where blowjob busied thrive,
My pay off kisses, licks of balding pate.
I met Bitch while I was in slacker state,
Her pick up line just one word laughed to drive
Me crazy, homo, but I lurched alive-
I had to stick it right to her, negate.
When I met Cheeky Chick's eyerolls she stuck
Her tongue right out at me, averse-provoked,
And, loser, sighed, by frisson I was stoked,
She only let me do her dogged luck.
Now sex robots, unlike girls, field their faults,
I like their putdown pick up lines, no schmaltz.

(Chorus)

o faults
o blemishes
o defects

Occasional satirical verse by
Perry the grey parrot, headbutting
a touchscreen wordprocessor.

It sticks in my craw like stale poppy seeds
There's damn enough oil eating deep sea bugs
Who deal to slicks as donkeys do to weeds-
Those oil men, drill bits, spills, hydraulic plugs-
The king is cockroach - through shade tints of rose,
Two faced oil men won't let oil bugs depose.

Jester - Excuse me for acting out, spelling out.
(Chants)
I fell in love by luck as she walked past,
I stopped my stride and turned, got second look,
My eyes of own accord took hold, were cast
On her round arse, its compass, curve and nook,
She looked across her shoulder, still on strode,
My eyes to hers flicked, briefly heaven bode.
(Bows)
Which came first, chook or chicken?