Revised sonnet #51
Rangi teao rere drawn to strife once rife
Renowned himself in melee martial drill
He made of noble wahine a wife
Huritini just blessed in looks to kill
His violent views invested such a chill
That she stayed scarce soul letting silence rule
He wanted war its bloody overspill
Then she drowned drawn down a steaming pool
He fluffs up red hair mine and calls it cool
And we slip slide steam stained stark basalt rocks
A tightened tummy feel I glimpsing ghoul
Or foggy furl of face it melts and mocks
I smile upon his smile and fudge a blush
The menstrual strike I feel a facial flush
Chorus blush bloos blozen
