Revised sonnet #1478
The bride is borne across the front door mat
Off grooms arms she descends droop safe inside
Dimorphism makes her seat seem small yet wide
Her narrow ribs exaggerate two knobs of fat
Her voice unbroken chimes as childrens guide
Hers colourful the poison berry chat
Hers grey hairs early grown and weekly dyed
Her lashes live on black they blink and bat
A mighty baby maker bent on mongoloid
A factory of meat the mouses boon
Her period pain is roughly every moon
Till one day menopause insists it void
Her sprog ephemeral the satellite
Adds kilograms and rigs dimorphism right
Chorus satellite lackey minion