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
