Revised sonnet #39

The pesky pal you hack you huff you hate

Im wholly by your private parts opined

If little husband spiders mad to mate

To sacrifice a foot to wife is kind

The camera inside a ceiling grate

I film your filth the eye turned fairly blind

A bossy britches when you copulate

You ululate your lust you grant gents grind

You brag about the morning after pill

In obsequy they back out bowing and bowing

They wonder how you suffer furtive ploughing

They let themselves escape an overkill

Im hobbled by a small inheritance

I haste to hand you half it merits chance

Chorus inheritance birthright legacy

Revised sonnet #38

He sweat the dominatrix prone to pout

In kangaroo hot pants and bra that night

Hard cold cuffs clicked upon him sassy sleight

A knead of knuckles forceful fun found out

The riding crop above he writhed about

He would and wouldnt want its fight or flight

Then she hit him hard she unleashed her might

He sobbed submissive stuff he wouldnt shout

He was a wriggling worm of lowly birth

He was a naughty little primping ponce

He was a mental midget mugging mirth

He was a luckless loser nixed the nonce

He licked her high heel strap to sole to spike

He did her duties never known to pike

Chorus spike prong tine

Revised sonnet #37

The sultan soon ignores the senior wife

Instals young bride as harems hottest chute

The celtikei affair on edge of knife

I fear the fiddle string of vicious mute

The sultan keeps as company astute

Tough bodyguards ten midgets mutes and fools

On modest salary and loyal to loot

And sacred eunuchs haunt the hamman pools

A eunuch from the empire Ottoman

In front of kapikulli strum I strings

Of ceng I thrill the thralls the best I can

I massage mint the sudsiest rectal rings

At bells attached to toes of hers I suck

The wife on bottom rung I build to buck

Chorus suck gulp quaff

Revised sonnet #36

A freckle mole or pick axe scar of pox

Cold cream ceruse is very good to hide

A beautys face and neck and bosom eyed

Are soothing sites and fantasy unlocks

A little lead and lemon stops the clocks

Allows the noblemen a look inside

Allows a softer social climbing bride

Allows in public eye a soar in stocks

If consummate the cleavage covers lungs

That rot and never see the light of day

It rises ruinous inner ribs read rungs

A steaming bath of salts it might obey

The beauty whom the sculptors used to use

A wreck of woman her conceit ceruse

Chorus use employ operate

Revised sonnet #35B

As fountain automatons hale the hours

And weather bias that bit of solar year

The air and water pressure pump them powers

The froth and bubbles liven me I swear

The grains of gold come caulk canals just near

They gild the liquid streets and bunker bowers

Viaducts drag down the gold in stormy showers

It grows in grooves of granite stair and gear

The modest maiden chants of golden age 

The days of crackling silk their ambient hum

And her hands harp on plenty line ends strum

On pleasant clime tower bells act brake and gauge

On crackling immortality Im sold

I hold to heart this ambient coin of gold

Chorus sold bagged closed

Revised sonnet #35A

Abacad abacad abacad raj

Ebeced ebeced ebeced rex

Abacad abacad abacad raj

Ebeced ebeced ebeced rex

Abacad abacad abacad raj

Ebeced ebeced ebeced rex

Abacad abacad abacad raj

Ebeced ebeced ebeced rex

Ibicid ibicid ibicid rig

Obocod obocod obocod rol

Obocod obocod obocod rol

Ibicid ibicid ibicid rig

Ubucud ubucud ubucud run

Ubucud ubucud ubucud run

Chorus run manage direct

Revised sonnet #34

Im Zephyr gust august against a harp

Of seven ropes inside the stern end frame

Though bow end dressed in sail and sort of same

I sing the weather mellow flat or sharp

I puff on chimney rims the weather parp

The window shutters open guide and game

As guest I sprint quite svelte or limp quite lame

In corridors I croon in nooks I carp

I puff in weather engine organ pipes

They get the gist the pistons rise and drop

In pull and push of calibrated stop

The fine tuned captain chokes or hints or hypes

Of little water lots of air Im proof

A heat exchanger from a copper roof

Chorus proof evidence testimony

Revised sonnet #33

The malady incurred via constant cough

Young Cupid limped to cross a steaming stream

The silver sword and scabbard he took off

And sat in steaming pool and slept till dream

The centaur Chiron generous and brave

Then grabbed the sword to hone on pumice stone

And icicle and whipped it clean through wave

Then laid it next to Cupid act unknown

A sickly nymph in selfsame steaming pool

Immersed in bid to exit rid of rash

The pumice dust and silver grind its stash

A proven anti inflammatory fuel

To simple sighs and splashes Cupid woke

As next to him a nymph inclined to soak

Chorus woke roused stirred