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
