Revised sonnet #41
A stretch yet flat and fine as foil of gold
Are we as mortgagees of mammons mint
It wasnt long ago when we were skint
A spell on streets in winter left us cold
I jerked the juggling rings aside on hold
You borrowed from a random ancient bint
I sold the car to wreckers heeding hint
You flicked the magic cards aside a fold
A little flat thats baby coffins squared
In realtor jargon perched on bottom rung
Of ladder clambered quickly never sprung
The corner kitchenette unlit yet aired
In harmony two live as well as one
As priceless we view rise or set of sun
Chorus one en une
