sonnet At first I wanted

At first I wanted female whoop and cry
At my encyclopaedic stash of wit
I dumbed words down I wasnt every twit
Attention span of girls seen short and shy
Her eyes were steadied staring her forehead knit
I started raving till I rambled dry
At last I mumbled too the phrases fit
Odd facts held fast she neednt prod or pry
I thought her curious quirky calm and couth
She loved loud me off the boil and bumbling
I desired a future free of grumbling
I found intriguing joyous and yearning youth
Id tried to rein in my heart no avail
She suffered me I thought Id tell the tale
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