Revised sonnet #237
Friend we endure dirt damn the devils due
Quite different in style yet slurred the same
Foul womanisers who are known to woo
In calculated sweetened words the claim
One had a pious appearance often game
For drama private past the public show
One had a stern appearance snobby name
Yet serviced sailors ever stooped far low
One had a smug appearance nice to know
And laughed at her own limericks and jokes
One had a vague appearance healthy glow
Inclined to glamorize and hatch a hoax
I judge too hard I crawl from chick to chick
You race from chick to chick to never click
Chorus chick girl lass
