sonnet Attention lapse left me

Attention lapse left me my lurch and limp
I slipped through certain bureaucratic cracks
I didnt set out fully dapper pimp
All my clothes come off local mercer racks
I string the walking girls I watch their backs
I wave a walking cane that no jack skimp
He manifests as frisky gimp or imp
The tax terms cash or stone adorned knickknacks
A ladies man yet lame the card Im dealt
They say your buckles crooked not set straight
They say sad sack Ill straighten it just wait
Their chat up lines a fumble short of belt
I charge your single shuck or rear end ruck
Or moose of date I mind her mingy muck
Chorus ruck crowd group