Revised sonnet #1349
I crave a minted multimillionaire
A his and hers account and credit card
A work out junkie who unleashes lard
Im body confident if nearly bare
I light up rooms I walk in self aware
The pendant perched on bust a diamond shard
In cleavage quiver captivates off guard
The cocktail dress a classic black affair
Id dig up gold Id guess on grounds of looks
Ive practised gritted grins and garbled yawns
To stand out from the rival fawning pawns
Id run a ruler over stocks on books
You flatter first then filch I like to jest
Thats virtual visualisation at best
Chorus jest banter quip