sonnet My girl and I

My girl and I we stir we voice our views
We bid them back and forth we raise hubbub
My hackles rise at any niggling nub
She goes one up and goads I disabuse
Emotions are things bad they may amuse
I much prefer a freezing sniffy snub
To fierce delight laid on innocuous flub
To rumoured backstabbing its riling ruse
Wild tailspin or rapid downward spiral
I can yet love her roused as roughly back
Shes got a lovely blush when on attack
Then I feel a flush its vulgar viral
Adrenalin testosterone in jest
A squabble quizzical of now acquiesced
Chorus jest quip wisecrack