Revised sonnet #1314
Very sweet the wife the stunning beauty
Fingers hers hair handle twist tight till twirl
Love in her timbre yes Im claimed a cutie
Proper patient smiles show her teeth white pearl
Well worn way I do the papas duty
Spend such solid hours engaging growing girl
We lick little lollies sweet and fruity
Ride a round a bout at speed one wild whirl
Down the cellar go I wild and wary
Where the wort and hops foam full fermented
Still sits safe on shelf the brew assented
Atmosphere Id label light and airy
Her tea leaves inclined to honest hunches
Beer the brunt I roll along the punches
Chorus hunches inklings premonitions