Revised sonnet #1287
My girl unnerves of late disposed to nag
And overbearing she decides to boss
My pauses suffered she talks through the lag
Im laryngitis free I fudge the loss
Her list of former beaus a certain snag
I mull them visually emoting cross
I find her sickly sweet and prone to brag
Id rather gorge too fast on candy floss
Her cloak I carry into given room
As stalking steed and people stare and freeze
Her stilted barbs at foe aspire to ease
They conquer corners bitchy bend a boom
Accustomed not to rumored rivalry
Her champion am I strapped in chivalry
Chorus rivalry antagonism contest