Revised sonnet #1275
Its silly snorting simpering or sighing
Youd like to cooee the far out boy you crave
Youd like to fling to him a friendly wave
I give you credit since youre ever eying
Youll better know him in proxy prying
A friend of friend approach and be quite brave
You have to sidle into his enclave
You have to learn the way the land is lying
Is he a soft touch hair in bob or bun?
Is he a soft touch cheeks in skirt or dress?
Is he a soft touch laugh a prank or pun?
Is he a soft touch sense a grope or guess?
Just figure better not as good as best
And hell afford you his exclusive zest
Chorus best bedste beste