Revised sonnet #167
I was obsessed he won it was a rout
My fiancee firm in finance whom I chose
He random source of sage advice in woes
I loved a pal in dough a pal in doubt
Im not one whod just flout the fashion out
Initial kiss on nudge of nose on nose
I sensed my blinking lids asudden close
My fiancee never clumsy not about
He cussed and cursed and cut to certain size
He seemed to savour folk in rotten luck
His remedy a full on lurching ruck
He self anonymised to worldly wise
Alas a stranger first his inner self Id never learn
My fiancee not a fool to crash or burn
Chorus learn discover read
