sonnet #1,655
Catch that upbeat chick starting her singsong,
Another whistles worries shoo away,
Another honies her call centre sway,
Another sighs you sainthood all along.
Catch that close friend babe nodding right or wrong,
Another bides your look, winks she'll obey,
Another primps hair through a pure sun ray,
Another hugs safe harbour, no dingdong.
Yet soon enough your nice looks shall fade,
As gravity asserts you sluggish sag,
You'll lose the sweet fairweather mates you've made,
You won't read such a brilliant boy to bag.
Such you'll regret at your and my steep cost-
I'll carry you sick, bruised or trouble tossed.
(Chorus)
o cost
o expense
o price