sonnet He certainly acts good

He certainly does good to my dear girl
She needs one first and last intriguing flame
Reports from spies as well tell much the same
Her blush and beam suggest a heady whirl
He opens doors wide just for her Id hurl
He buys her tops off rack its rather tame
Hes often right and yet she bandies blame
Hell kiss her quiet her lips the cruelest curl
I got my girl a grand engagement ring
I fenced in fiancee sunk by freak in offs
I suffered scepticsm the many scoffs
Her practised smile a purely pearly thing
He wants a wedding doled by dowry just
His loot is lavished on her my disgust
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