Revised sonnet #127
I was talked down to lots he wouldnt spurn
I wanted so to do the very same
It wasnt me though stressed inside Id churn
The sarcasm stilted came off rather lame
The right to me I made the thing to earn
I dodged him more and more in mental game
I wasnt wedding ready yet hed yearn
Id never ever mentioned my old flame
I loved Ians pace of life I loved its perk
I lounged in limousine and private jet
I loved his rants he rarely roared regret
He was a womaniser fatal quirk
Im lonely lots and fear Ill end up nixed
Whats wrong with men Ive never fully fixed
Chorus nixed dropped quashed
