sonnet In vain the brain

In vain the brain bored thinks too far ahead
Aligns a loss adieus an easy win
It plays the man and not the ball ill bred
It gears too much against a strangers grin
And speculatively it weaves wayward led
The guard is casual as if sparring kin
The velvet gloves of friends of friends arent fled
Its deaf to witness uttered slamming din
I find Im favoured if I work wrong way
As senseless calluses on hands and feet
Are first to test a roughness chaff a cheat
And skin thats underneath is soft all day
Mans man I am where you youre girly girl
Weve wept till our eyes red sore sights swirl
Chorus girl chick lass