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