Revised sonnet #221
You look unmoved on lightest flattery
Admission made of lesser citizen
If nothing near assault and battery
Then cutesy cue to start the peck of hen
You frown on flattery or pathogen
Im wrong to love you madly self immerse
I know Ill quit the cause the question when
The mean time stuck on style of shoes or purse
The signals manifest in multiverse
Youve stuck to cool of common sense
Youve never meted me a boo or curse
Youve never meted me a whoop immense
You cant accept a simple compliment
Your hurt unspoken still Ill not invent
Chorus compliment accolade tribute
