Revised sonnet #1261
The luck I had if looking shows a lack
You could zoom down to subtle casual clues
You could assert I had a canny knack
In crossing paths I didnt use a ruse
To me appeared a simple code to crack
Im not the soul who swoons or one who woos
I fancied first the curvy hips and back
I foisted from arrear innocuous views
One day I fagged a favour nicely asked
And later she thanked me I grew in glee
In savvy sudden smiles of hers unmasked
I fancied flash of nape and back of knee
Youd have to question eyes and ears just why
I like to be a smooth and sneaky guy
Chorus why bakit pourquoi