Revised sonnet #132
His hot hand right around my neck he groped
I writhed to free myself I swung aside
He launched his lips they smacked air wending wide
I wished a referee then interloped
Id said I was a kooky chick in jest
He didnt virulently disagree
Anonymised himself a fake yet free
A solemn silhouette perfect second best
He said I was a lovely lady like the rest
I didnt say I was the only one
As hankypanky plays a part in fun
Hed be a mummys boy if self assessed
I clicked ajar the door then out I jumped
He sat at steering wheel Id left him stumped
Chorus jumped hopped sprung
