sonnet 3.4.13b

You feel offensive playing that predator
Youre horrid hunting out the matching mate
Youd put your future falsely down to fate
Here singles look around to sweetly score
Theres boys aplenty so you salivate
You fear being foolish if ignored ignore
You dish out smiles establish fun to fore
Let them embrace a babe else worth the wait
You keep the chitchat friendly feel afraid
The boys do match in gormless mumbling too
If minds read pseud you stand off even shoo
Yes ninetynine wrong vibes can jolt and jade
The search takes pause you field a pleasant pitch
A lively boy youve lured a love thats rich
Chorus pitch cant recital