Revised sonnet #1277
Those other girls Id foster friends Id flirt
Reciprocally keeping conscience clear
Id push and pull them tease them far and near
Id compliment a stylish dress or skirt
Another girl another high alert
I muttered under breath a mate quite near
I glanced at cleavage shadow I left off leer
I felt a sudden bond I froze inert
The courage dutch top shelf the barrel chic
I slipped in next to her that vacant seat
The safety belt I strapped on squashing pique
Ignition key turned she the lights to beat
The car took off the mate inflected shout
In his esteem I stood wild wayward lout
Chorus shout bellow yell