Revised sonnet #1328
Her Ive read I sense the score real rude rout
Chicks two faced in flattery sad sacks strand
Hadnt one Id chatted up whod held hand
Launched a rumour lauded me low life lout?
Help you run the gauntlet hidden grave doubt
Chicks you fear as human colonnade stand
Either side I feel on shin low lash land
We take slaps and punches wince our way out
Taunter turned the bully private purger
Helpers hers as bad thats clotting cutter
End times hoarder fitness freak and splurger
Major fault yours under breath you mutter
Mutter what you will I might much more miss
Comb your ginger hair a joy catch quiet kiss
Chorus miss neglect overlook