Revised sonnet #227
Your steady startled quickly blinking eyes
Explain enough Ive lost the obvious plot
Ive messed up math in measurable size
Ive rated something nought though something lot
The rules and regulations read as rot
Theyre proper pedantry at core a flaw
Of character a faulty filter fit to jot
Youre what I want you set the lovers law
I chow your chow in morsel sugar raw
I sigh your sigh as losers land in muck
I read your read the fantasies of awe
I feel afloat against the ceiling stuck
Ill vanish vain as varnish from old paint
Your presence presses me to nearly faint
Chorus paint maling verf
