Revised sonnet #1441
In gratitude youre grand your gab is glib
Your pleasant manners stand as moral code
I sweat your power play poignant episode
Your earnest pledge now seems a flippant fib
Wed do each other favours free we didnt crib
The seams we worked were modest motherlode
Youd offer me a present later just your mode
Id pass on it along that line ad lib
I did a foolish deed that rather rash
Exactly same the lesson loosely learnt
This time though sympathetic soul you werent
Id ever fetch you from the same old crash
You rescued often my erratic arse
I make a modern meme of mental parse
Chorus arse bum derriere