sonnet Shed gotten married it

Shed gotten married it gave me the axe
As serious manly man beyond sculptured busts
Hed come across a smarmer no chick trusts
The open rival perpetrating pax
This time I scoop the mould the hot lost wax
As it escapes what plaster paste encrusts
I mould her coloured wax work which adjusts
For lifelike light and shade a painless tax
The naked bronze bust will remain unpoured
For now Ill paint it pastel one fine day
If temples rang with gossip far from grey
And tinted irises stockstill stared bored
I yearn for her unmarried just like yore
It hurt how she accepted him once more
Chorus yore earlier previous