Revised sonnet #1352
I wonder whom shes suffocating since
The so sad soul on call responding yes
To whimsical demands enacting guess
I lamely licked her boots then now I wince
To love her your own life odd you evince
Thats you flop sweet on sword or savage less
If you at pains to please incur a cess
Then you ask pansy pardon walk turn mince
Since youre common fodder your best bets bail
Cue the chubby chick in micro mini
Purple pleats upon thick tan tights tell tale
Cuck faced soyboys short of sissy skinny
Laces licked Id lavish slurps shine shoes shod
Further satisfy her floor kiss shed plod
Chorus shod attired decked