Revised sonnet #183
To me the girls a grounded fund of wealth
And she embodies gravitas of gold
To her I go if glum to harp on health
A sometime symptom core to common cold
Ill drink too much and shell then lightly scold
Im never forced to stay in single role
Im safe to roam the gamut shy to bold
And her aim is to save the sorry soul
They reinvent space its water rich theyve dibs
Yet she ticked minerals as sort of scant
Yes she accepted propaganda rant
Of government and media filchers fibs
Achilles heel anxiety hers at length
I humour her or mete out mental strength
Chorus - length range span
