sonnet A place to date

A place to date a double standard bloke
This brasserie inside the cafe strip
Your blatant lazy leers were beyond a joke
Assumed the broadest bicep leanest hip
The lunk would lounge with buxom lady folk
Hed praise the shadowy hints of nipple pip
Hed marry mammaries a master stroke
In bigamy youd dive youd skinny dip
A band to blast his sweetheart serenade
That waitress who invites a dollar wad
His giggly girlie mistress bets are laid
The working wives whore worth a wink or nod
His blue eyes mired in mantel mirror glass
Your spoon stirred up a frappe demitasse

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