Revised sonnet #139
A pensive look adorned his pretty face
I wondered what his clever brain had brewed
Id let him be I gave him a slice of space
I was his champion ever since I wood
Off days are days you save you bring embrace
To bad hair rashes itches comments crude
You lift the moult of low light lint via grace
You wash out dirt and dye youre fainter hued
His budgie smugglers showed the line of knob
In summer heat I felt a little lewd
Trust my silk swimsuit nipples nearly nude
I gaoled his gaze the cleavage did its job
I swiped him seasponge soaped in yin yang swirls
His pigeon chest a mat of muddy curls
Chorus - swirls churns twists
