Revised sonnet #124
I followed her around and room to room
I worried what exactly her ex had
I only sought in stories him the cad
I vaunted her a victim gold in gloom
I hadnt heard the worst I bet a bloom
A secret rendezvous it made me mad
Id cringed at cuckolds uxurious and glad
To merely name the fellow fleshed out doom
I wouldnt peep or spy a cuckolds coup
I challenged her I laid out doubts up front
Yes she admitted smooches bore the brunt
This Robert womaniser one to rue
Id punish her a while think lots aloud
In praise of passing babes in city crowd
Chorus aloud hardtop naglas
