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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