sonnet #1,645

I whipped his arse the one quick beach towel flick,
And got him back for his rough chinese burn;
He shot my shins an under bench quick kick
For dropping ice cubes down his back, poor return.
We laughed and cringed upon each trick and tic
Far, far, too long, when he'd so much to learn,
We fiddled gender frisson, didn't click,
Let juvenile delinquencies adjourn.
The humble water cooler, water jug
And teapot hold as my informants' hub,
His foibles, sayings and schedules form the nub
Of girl chat I wedge him in, he the mug.
Which old chick is the dozy boy pursuing?
And what's the news and what's he up and doing?

(Chorus)

o pursuing
o chasing
o hunting

sonnet #1,644

Discrepancies in her true story since
Thrust me such mental anguish, cast a pall,
They work emotions, I try not to wince,
I feel old friends turn fiends, abet my fall.
The sure handshake and soft back taps convince-
I've been tricked by a pro with gallant gall,
As backstabbing looks forth, at hindsight hints,
I'd much prefer a freezing cold stonewall.
One is genteel, olde world nice mannered, warm,
One is exuberant, then raw, no blot,
One is adroit and dainty, on the dot,
One is inclusive, transcending the norm.
Friends with fanciful and fancied fellows,
I keep smirking, envy slowly mellows.

(Chorus)

o fellows
o blokes
o men

sonnet #1,643

Just wince me this behaviour, which is odd,
Or symptomatic, that girl boy thing,
My eyes relieve of tears, of senseless sting,
My heart awaits assurance, if slipshod.
A knowing quick look, or shrug or nod
Would liberate it, balm it, some peace bring,
To hormone hell, adrenalin I cling,
The menstruals worn off, weighted down, or cod.
My heart is clenched, a fist in its ribcage,
I hold my breath, turn blue, I yield to you,
My sacrifices culminate a slew,
I crave you, cavegirl, when assumed assuage.
On knees, as mustered, your experiment,
You've washed away my wiles, it's eminent.

(Chorus)

o experiment
o test
o verify

sonnet #1,642

I mumble under my breath while she slinks
Across the kerb, yes, what a charming chick,
The honey bob and jean shorts, mark no trick,
I'm her white knight, it's unbeknownst, methinks.
I pray to Christ this living saint or sphinx
Will enter my life, freely my heart pick,
I'd like to learn what makes her truly tick,
I'd love to meet her mind, her inner minx.
All heaven sent gifts, hygiene, spas and health,
As her fine skin and hair and clothes are clean,
My head is turned by her apparent wealth
And easy walk, the twinge of youth between.
Well, she looks right through me for miles on miles,
I make as much of her as quick half smiles.

(Chorus)

o miles
o feet
o yards

sonnet #1,641

Will he land her? will he now criss the match?
I've reeled him out, no rearguard rescue search,
And called the girlfriends, baited him fine catch,
I'm sure he'll be scuppered, they won't besmirch.
I know she only wants kids by the batch,
I know she only nods a ring in church,
I know she only sees a thick black thatch,
I know she only picks from status perch.
The war of sexes draws on battles done,
The game is clued up, munted battleships,
He's sunk on more than mapping luscious lips-
These girls are farthest friends, in sum as one.
He'll feel me out as squarely stuff I'm not,
Infer me one long slow burn fuse white hot.

(Chorus)

o not
o nicht
o nyeh

sonnet #1,640

The willing scapegoats who then bluff their power,
The pundits who first cloud their crystal balls,
The magnates who still manage whiskey sour,
The goofy gangsters who line gilded palls.
No difference then, if I cuss or cower,
Or conk out, one too many bar-room brawls,
The world's a floating turd or lily flower,
El nino greenhouse gas enforcing squalls.
Or, maybe myopia is the better game,
With zest for you, dear, I should zero in,
You are my heaven, a homespun heroine,
And maybe trivial trials aren't ever lame.
So, let's escape, to daily living yield,
We're useless, yearn in love, that's our best shield.

(Chorus)

o yield
o capitulate
o surrender

sonnet #1,639

The narrow concrete lane between homes wends
Past your old second storey chimney stacks,
In anti-cycling stiles begins and ends,
Hedge overgrown, it seeds dry grass in cracks.
I'm lost now without you, my life rends
No joie de vivre, feels shanty towns and shacks,
Too late to shake the clock or make amends,
A ghost of you this hapless heart now tracks.
The weekend party was the main event
For me and less you, which I can now see,
Exams and job prospects swerved you free,
To sweet you there was more than making rent.
Wild branches pushed away spring back in place
And trigger tears as they strike through my face.

(Chorus)

o place
o location
o site

sonnet #1,638

I sought to see the loser, waged a whim,
At leisure, so doing I could take good stock,
There was a soothing silliness round him,
I felt impelled to patronise or mock.
I sat at stage left primping, pretty prim,
They'd smirked him either muscleman or jock,
I'd sussed that pickup, pudgy arms not trim-
Was it wry anecdotes cussed or knock-knock?
As he told his jokes, with abandoned pride,
My eyes moistened knowing his future furtive;
He was young as I, and swell assertive,
I shrank, I couldn't heckle him or hide.
I found his candour corny, meant to sway,
He was just what I wanted, my dismay.

(Chorus)

o sway
o draw
o magnetise

sonnet #1,637

They're my hard candy cane, lick beyond a bite,
They're my sour licorice, sweet lemon gum,
They're my cake iced, cubes of turkish delight,
They're my cheese cream, its bed of biscuit crumb.
They're my pavlova tiered, each twirl a flight,
They're my scoop, icecream raisins flavoured rum,
They're my eggnog, sipped as last thing at night,
They're my fruit toffee'd, apple, peach or plumb.
Your lips are lush, that's whether glazed or glossed,
I can't engage enough when kissing them
In broad daylight, my inhibitions lost,
Just give me your hot tongue, or your sweet phlegm.
Kiss, honey, ladle on your treacle treat,
We're peered by people, alley, lane, else street.

(Chorus)

o treat
o gift
o present