Revised sonnet #1415

A female making massive fuss of food
Its evil gluten shell just never eat
I hold essentially its harvest wheat
And shes emphatic portions overchewed
Off any plate a scoop or slice is hewed
The fork tines teeter over vege meat
The calories are counted latent heat
The favoured flavour isnt gourmand skewed
I wonder whether shes the sort to purge
Theres no enamel cracks of which youd speak
Im lonely less in company of freak
Ill manage meantime certain sensual urge
I guess the size of dress as six to eight
I guess its wiggle room Id fete as fate
Chorus eight acht oito

sonnet #1416

It was true love at fifth or fifteenth sight
Id swear her sassy slim and kind of cute
The legal shop six shops up sharp turn right
Id veer to view the while I used the ute
Id forced on faces public day and night
Id cussed stuff simpler hormones mine made mute
I craved her christian name as settled sprite
I leered as accidental broken brute
Reveries tied me and her together
I saw suave self sober sloshing sherry
She stood purposefully pouring perry
Merriment made me the lightest feather
Born to marry her a little later
Cupid conquered quick Id have to cater
Chorus later afterward post

Revised sonnet #1417

Words I need you which I while awaited
Werent those which I heard just workaday quips
He inhaled tense he then hesitated
He told hed tired from enduring our blips
Weeks Id sob and scream all ennervated
Simper sullen suck at quivering lips
Wised up friends viewed him as never fated
Someone better suited wouldnt give yips
Well know what? In front of him I wiggled
Swore on my own part I was reliable
Best thing hed experienced wholly viable
Glad or glum I fancied him I giggled
He hung his huge hand above concealed tit
Held hot human shield invasive bar zit
Chorus tit boob mammary

Revised sonnet #1418

In Christian stores the bibles capture dust
They stand neglected seldom browsed or bought
The spin off walks in wonder rather sought
Theyre full of faith they fly off shelves a must
In hierarchy of crucifixion rust
The metal nails if wicked under wrought
A few escape in gossip near to nought
The error margin seems to self adjust
A rebel joiner works against the grain
To lesser lives aligned the squinting eyes
A burning brand employed to cauterise
A mutilation by a blunted plane
A joiner wriggles off the cheapest cross
The feet and hands turn paddles little loss
Chorus cross intersection rood

Revised sonnet #1419

You wrest advantage from all my good will
I square to have true sentiment at stake
You read indifferent you neednt fake
A small commitment if theres merely nil
I wood you once I knew I could fulfill
Your dreams and plans I feel now new heart break
Its such that my knees knock and my arms quake
Its such that my lips lock and my veins chill
Id rather motor mow a luscious lawn
Or steam iron smooth some silk and satin skirts
The sleep together intimate till dawn
I dream of naked men theyre more than flirts
You wont acknowledge my explicit point
You push our passing passion out of joint
Chorus point crux gist