Revised sonnet #92

My darling Rosie end is near in ebb

The ennui fosters sleep as further proof

I feel a fool to feel alone aloof

Id like to leave awake and wise your web

Ive done my best to please ticked every box

Ive suffered much your casual covered yawn

The last the catchiest curbed at break of dawn

Infectious fun if amplified or pox

Theres more to life than cute exclusive love

In wallet weekly wage I purchase props

I cook in private pleasure eggs and chops

My pals are poles apart or hawk and dove

In yawn you yearn yet yours quite quirky queef 

A bodybuilders jelq I plug my brief

Chorus queef queef queef 

Revised sonnet #91

Why did I end up being the go to girl

To darlings burdened by a broken heart

The psychic avenue to proverb pearl

I listen long in silence little art

A brilliant boy of glorious russet curl

And blue eyes begged of her they quickly part

The fear and fury joined in funny whirl

And her eyes struck at space in start and dart

Ill clasp tight her hot hand to point of dike

And double check that nosey boys arent near

Ill celebrate traits hers and self endear

Ill sigh and shrug and sneer all boys alike

Ill recommend a book or pizza pie

Stand sassy substitute Im sort of sly

Chorus pie crustum taart

Revised sonnet #90

Jaycee the celebrant ticked us two wed

I new divorcee and he young single still

I pulled approval from the kids ahead

As he afforded charm and fit the bill

I was a country girl of common stock

And he a city boy of settler clan

At work I raked in hay and herded flock

And he applied a crust to pizza pan

I was unwise to put two eggs on ice

Thats given since to life a scruffy feel

I need a surrogate and nerves of steel

I harbour funny fear of pubic lice

Ive grabbed a marriage made of minds

At last Ive learnt a crisis seldom binds

Chorud minds esprits sinn

 

Revised sonnet #89

A curious cat I courted epic fail

It put a twister tight inside the head

I read and writhed the lonely last e mail

As he appeared the man I wouldve wed

A draft that never plunged in rubbish pail

It said I was a budding whore in bed

Jail bait awaited him and hed on verge avail

Yes patience played out positive I read

The fun affair Id hidden fizzled out

This scarcely something risible or vile

Id have told him if distanced weeks or while

Yes idiot I to idolise yet doubt

And looking back informed I fluffed to nix

I was a sorry mess and fit to fix

Chorus nix cancel scrap