Revised sonnet #205
The universal sentiment you vaunt
You double down on fuzz of glitch and fault
You mention quantum ghosts and how they haunt
The fallen fiery leaves the serpent moult
Your cynical insight invites a jolt
Ive got a vault of stuff to sob and cry about
I filter froth I pour in pinch of salt
You check your crocodile tears deepen drought
Ive learnt to calculate I leave off lout
True loves a pastime meant to find young folk
Yet naive in nuance in pucker purse or pout
I rather like a corny gentle joke
You need a decent sleep or holiday
Your rants evaporate on cue okay
Chorus holiday break vacation
