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
