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sonnet #1,648

I thought I'd had enough of their oozed wiles,
And flagrant feminine ways, myriad moods,
The fundamental bickering and feuds,
How can I view attractive what reviles?
Sometimes I trade off from whatever riles,
Somehow my bright outlook downright deludes,
I join the primping, plumping gang of pseuds,
Defer prognosis, fossick superficial smiles.
Yes, there's always that one abiding bitch
Who courts my brain with her exclusive laugh,
Or timorous idiosyncratic twitch,
That cute chick who's too clever just one half.
It's bitter chocolate embellished sweet,
I'd back out bowing, now, as we broadly meet.

(Chorus)

o sweet
o mellow
o treacly