Revised sonnet #97
A ponytail in scrunchies tethered tight
Its fringe a focus put on almond eyes
A button nose and slightest underbite
Aimed winning look in front of glancing guys
I wanted her against the grain a shite
I never caught the cusses slurs or lies
I noted puppy fat and normal height
A diet and heels enough to hack to size
I lumped the luckiest break us arm in arm
As femme fatale too tragic he had her
The superficial charm a catchy burr
Theyd waded waves a while if palm in palm
Yes he told me a funny fib Id like to hear
I want to humble her yet shes a dear
Chorus hear hearre horen
