sonnet Its not the stock

Its not the stock or bond yield nor fresh scrip
Its not the wet track winners cup and plate
Its not the diamond drops that never date
Just tidbits talked of her insiders tip
If cut to quick shell make her doe eyes dip
If woken up to need shell add her weight
If slashed some slack first shell broach debate
If compromised shell pose a hand on hip
Now here she comes in her loud kooky crowd
Babe far left my one time nice one night stand
If since then further plots afield Ive ploughed
Shes my insoucient source that on demand
You didnt learn a thing from little me
Her eyes huge made up and your eyes agree
Chorus agree match square