Revised sonnet #187
In Xhanghai surgery my bones are cut
Two stretching frames and screws on legs in rows
A shock awaits the patronising slut
He likes to look at people down his nose
He likes to prey on dormant young yoyos
I got to protegee he sometimes grooms
At five foot four a small threat did I pose
He reckoned future fate as set in wombs
Hes naturally fat a change it dooms
Hell never sink to liposuction pail
The lard is locked in free of surgeon zooms
A jolly big boned boy hes prone to ail
Ive got a six foot five frame once a stretch
Ill loom above the supercilious wretch
Chorus stretch flex reach
