Revised sonnet #120
A certain boy trolls this tall tenement
I wonder where the wearied parents lodge
Ten kilos over weight a proper podge
I cringe the qualms of zero precedent
The stairs are his insouciant element
There hes impossible to pass in dodge
Im sure theres more to him than standard stodge
On flan and mousse the pocket money spent
The podge yields huffs and puffs at rudest rub
In wobble by our bellies bounce then part
I write the frisson off again as flub
I want to tweak tits his hard havent heart
Im scared Ill scar the podge or ladyboy
Eclairs a guilty pleasure constant joy
Chorus ladyboy ladyboy ladyboy
