sonnet Its such a foolish

Its such a foolish thing to form that smirk
Nerves much to blame no one goodlooking bloke
Yet if were holed up home your habits irk
I form a mental model cuffs or yoke
Your part the wild suspicion plus guess work
Afflicts most macho males kin clique or folk
You know yourself its such a squalid quirk
The rival trysts my part a running joke
I stick nearby and at your side allay
Ive caught the cheeky blatant booty checks
When we walk Im a mere arms length away
Youll buy me puny posies youll yet vex
You cant trust me youve bypassed whole a point
As hearts and minds are joyfully conjoint
Chorus point crux essence