sonnet Youre circle bores you

Your circle bores you idle damning doom
We both observe the karmic stuff enough
Its sweet rebound and faces off the bloom
Rejected partners hover last laugh huff
We dance a dash I dream you gear a groom
I brake a bride we wed whims smooth to rough
Our nearest celebrant unbooked assume
Inside a backyard bower flowers buds and fluff
My pal appears just short of verbal pall
And laughs you dodged my silly stonking crush
I flash a finger on my lips to hush
I sniff you scarcely call on her at all
Expartners crane ears keen at platitude
We lend the breathing space and latitude
Chorus platitude banality commonplace