Revised sonnet #1270
Thought her an artefact of dear day dream
Id voiced the view of life as video game
I couldnt fondle her that such a shame
I mumbled mesmerised inside eye gleam
I guessed at same old stunted self esteem
As she took buses surely rather lame
The car at garage warrant was the aim
I shot to her eye gleam engaged eye beam
The glossy magazines of medicine
Tell me odd stories based on body clock
I guess the universal girl ad hoc
I guess the name initially as Lynne
In filters cotton wool and blinkers clad
I wonder whether were the match or mad
Chorus clad dressed garbed