Revised sonnet #69

A standard sailor suit Id wear a card

The whistling driver drove on never fussed

I liked to case the humming horse tram yard

Id sit so still concerned conductors sussed

Id slink inside a horse tram dead of dusk

Id study making whoopee strokes turned sighs

Off roller seats arose their sensual musk

Those massaged mammaries Id memorise

The honey hair the cheeks of rosy bloom

The cycle riding coat in black and gray

The tilted hat its veil and pheasant plume

The boots on shoulders his the thighs that splay

To orphanage I would then wander back

In hooky nature study risk of smack

Chorus back ritorno terug

Revised sonnet #68

I chase as social scientist sometime sleuth

The fallen Fort St sisters story line

The blush of coloured cheeks a gory wine

The lighting soft and stark in total Truth

If parents simply spread the genes infirm

If sluts to fate awake assert themselves

Investigative journalism there delves

I wring the hands afraid of flimsiest germ

I reckon blame on Randolph clitoris

Your nibbled nipples decadent hors doeuvres

That vulva vague you finger buried nerves

As culprits calibrate theyre hit or miss

To press the cotton drawers and pantaloons

Of classy whores an inkling silver spoons

Chorus pantaloons pantalonger pantaloni

 

Revised sonnet #67

A Magdalen I am the clothes of class

I loiter Durham St I pitch a lay

Arrear the building brick and glass and brass

Upon the cedar deck of empty dray

The cutest mule youll mount I say and bray

He raises skirt and petticoat to peep

The satin boots I stomp apart to splay

He drops his pants at once he plunges deep

A monocle or pince nez secret keep

He doesnt recognise his dirty doves

The passersby to queer conclusions leap

His style the bowler walking stick and gloves

You bank the money when you catch your breath

You cream the city life in little death

Chorus breath puff wind

Revised sonnet #66

The Parliament act pushes prudish view

It hustles bawds and harlots underground

It gives the constable a clever clue

The spate of break ins beyond a pubic mound

Tobacco shop is set up Percys front

The smokescreen serves to waiver wives

To stogy connoisseurs I pander blunt

That pressure puts a prick in braggart lives

Ill bat all butts to storage room out back

To sniff at cigarettes or shredded leaf

I sell them doggie style its bucking brief

Theyre not aligned to suck at swinging rack

Two shillings buys you smoko quickie fun

Two guineas buys you holidays all done

Chorus fun merriment sport

Revised sonnet #65

A fancy man on make and former lout

In gloves and collar wife the casual whore

Ill pull an idling punter by the snout

Jerk her unfettered pantaloons to fore

He owns a pipe Ill light its plug and puff

He owns a shirt same size as me in cut

Ill put it on and pluck at crease and fluff

The while they kiss arrear a curtain shut

His crown Ill clap if critical of look

His balls Ill kick at whiff of wild romance

A second pound allows him bowwow stance

Ive shouted shots of gin at barroom nook

The day job seamstress shell sew a blouse

In even stitches small suspicion rouse

Chorus blouse blose bluse

Revised sonnet #64a

The dirty doves earn me quite decent cash

Their bosoms squeezed in frame of flounce and bow

Their stays their waists indent on loop of lash

To cheeks the rouge applies a gorgeous glow

Queen st address the building borders flash

All walks of life the punters high and low

Though diggers staple sort as slaves to gash

The shillings clink the wine and whiskey flow

Our dove Elizabeth turned thirty glum

And worked as washer woman made ends meet

A punter overlapped and cleaned the sheet

They married happy shes a model mum

I left the life at thirty three turned bawd

In pass of prime I prove as good as flawed

Chorus bawd madam procuress

Revised sonnet #63

A spell of sexual abstinence the plan

In summer since the vicar stands in guide

I tentatively turn to puritan

The spill of seed a potent homicide

Your legs in slumber sweat you spread out wide

To dry your balls your dreams a female find

The succubus inserts as phony bride

Your member milks you thrash the tightest grind

Just Mr Hares invention makes you pure

The nipple clip electrodes pulse you sane

You issue muscles sexual dream disdain

Your postal order pound invests its cure

A butchers boy on bike I carry meat

To homes of local girls I like to greet

Chorus meat brawn  flesh

Revised sonnet #62

He tilts rosy sunglasses soon sees me

Raises revs of latest Naserati

We agree to speed to private party

He taps my thigh his tone tends to breezy

His ascent as chef one far off easy

Diners drummed in cream of arty farty

Silver service restaurant evincing hearty

Salmon sautéed neither dry or greasy

Other duvet wraps a drowsy fellow

Brain alive yet limbs immobilized are

Sort of looks a lecher lolling mellow

Queers coccooned are we the parallels jar

Truth to tell Im never really picky

What a sneak to turn to slip a mickey

Chorus picky choosy fussy

bubonic

bubastic

scalliwag

scalliger 

Revised sonnet #61

Wander we wet wharf thick piles and gables

Cloaked in limpets oysters clams and mussels

Paddle crab off sponges by us bustles

Bides abandoned pulleys chains and cables

Furtive finger flick fun fare enables

Tickles tentative then turn to tussles

Fingers fondle fine skin raw silk rustles

Heavy humps the stuff of fisher fables

Low tide lays out mire above gulls glide gyre

We eye razor mouths of mussel clusters

Dare they cut us come out knuckledusters

Not ours easy veins availing vampire

Nod I limb regeneration notion

Found fake fish starfish throughout an ocean

Chorus notion idea concept