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
