Revised sonnet #234
Ive joined at last our clans eccentric aunt
The butt of gentle jokes Id never seen
I want to clap her quirks I know I cant
Her jeans a phony wreck of common gene
The knees torn read ironic nude yet keen
Teen girls unwrecked alert to world of woe
The thirtyish aunt though well on way has been
Has struck us cannibal the lowliest low
The furniture is new yet feels her blow
Her artifice to fray and rust till cool
The latest piece in phony vintage show
I like the vintage weather worn old school
I saw her wear a classic cocktail dress
A lapse in style her sop to sweet success
Chorus dress robe vestir
