Revised sonnet #180

That Funga she swills sudsy dregs of beer

And Jack the Seagull is our special guest

I find that miser more than little queer

He doesnt fancy Funga he lacks the zest

His shelter dollars prove him more than pest

He sleeps and snores on rug at foot of bed

He rolls us cigarettes and keeps the rest

He boasts a stretched out jersey hoods his head

Im white and Fungas brown I loathe in bred

Im wed to Funga care of common law

Id wear her black t shirt her nanna dead

I suffered dad I never met or saw

That Jack he dumpster dives and saves on food

His bank account has fifty grand accrued

Chorus food nosh victuals

 

Revised sonnet #179

I organised to fun effect forfeit

And lost on purpose poise I knew he knew

It was a bona fide concrete conceit

Id follow fancy and flaunt as such hed view

I dropped a pen in circumstance the clue

I dropped to knees and started phony search

I jiggled boobs and cleavage cued ado

He dropped to knees off knock off chair his perch

Hed never leave a lovely lass in lurch

He dry humped me he bumped on skirted bum

It wasnt sunday school at cosy church

The office cubicle a site of scrum

I like him much I have him horse around

I depilate a pretty pubic mound

Chorus around circa orbit

Revised sonnet #178

A blush and burn on me of cheeks and brow

He forwarded excuses clever chat

A mooch much like the last the last Id vow

I loaned him money sponsored this then that

I fancied fixing folk Id swipe off scat

I reckoned rightly laziness his fault

Id gotten greater focus from a gnat

I sort of feared a physical assault

A leopards spots if loyal endure the moult

He borrowed more to pay off previous debt

I played his piggy bank it was a jolt

To learn he wasnt finished losing yet

His gaze enchanted me its cleverness

A fire I thought through though as ever less

Chorus cleverness acuity intelligence

Revised sonnet #177

A Saturnine and double dipping world

That sets a man in circumstance to fail

The macho mirth allows abuses hurled

In schadenfreude expect a pal to ail

A cop escorts a drifter back to jail

The quota points expand a Xmas gift

A politician plugs a public asset sale

And seizes slice of action total thrift

A parent rolls out generation rift

The child a juvenile and less than nice

A landlord leaves off maintenance old shrift

The mould is stable plus or minus mice

The world is full of fools they really rile

I put off pain if sent your savvy smile

Chorus rile bother vex

Revised sonnet #176

Three large toots on horn jolted me alert

I parted curtains plenty piqued to peer

I recognised him parked I settled seer

I gathered kisses french and small talk blurt

He started off as friend of friend and flirt

It wasnt show he cultivated cheer

He sorted such a boy to whom I veer

Hed fall in love at flaunt of latest skirt

I wore the prophylactic pantyhose

I angled ankles on the vinyl dash

In blusher mirror woman white as ash

I bordered pink eyed puffed and lachrymose

He plays a ponce I stride alone a mile

I step across yon wooden paddock stile

Chorus mile mijl myl

sonnet #175A

Dear Saturn atheism serves so well as front

Ive worshipped you in secret years along

Id never challenge you as youre too strong

I copy you in small as remnant runt

I cannot kill the kids I starve and munt

I bide the law abuse is only wrong

I wouldnt want to weather your just prong

As you eat your own kids alive thats blunt

Dear Saturn understand Ive set to fail

I dump down deep end my own kids and gnash

They cant complain if making swellest splash

Id never challenge you they clearly ail

Dear Saturn see Ive pulled off legs and wings

That planet prove our sign Im rubbish rings

Chorus wings alas vlerke

Revised sonnet #175

The phone uplifted other end of line

I heard a female giggle first then greet

I liked the lilt on her it mimicked mine

Except I didnt do a childish bleat

I wouldve wailed I didnt rise to whine

I guessed I was a dupe Id caught a cheat

Or sister something natural and fine

I felt a little dizzy head imploding heat

I pardoned self a second knock on door

Yes who else should it be but busy he?

I was the alibi and dupe at once

I missed a hint of her I felt a dunce

I put the brunt of blame on little me

Then he touched me on waist and hips

I wasnt waging war till hang up pips

Chorus hips hanches heupen

Revised sonnet #174

Darling dearest born a brilliant beauty

Others offer often how youre pretty

Photo friendly aura pose of duty

Satire stirs your smile implies youre witty

When you cover skin you come off cutie

When you show off skin you shut out pity

When you spritz on scent you front up fruity

When you wipe off scent you quit the city

Should you fascinate another fellow

Envy overrides I cut in crudely

Course of chat I sniff and clamour rudely

Doesnt matter much if hes just mellow

Under pallid moon youd pass as statue

Or robot except I know a nuanced you

Chorus statue effigy idol