Revised sonnet #300
I loathe my boyfriends closest pal a bore
His snooty sneers I sense oppress in lane
His bogus burps I sense erupt to shore
His wicked winks I sense arrest at wane
He laughs at looking glasses vaguely vain
He puffs on perfume sometimes ripens pong
He lingers bid adieu adds link on chain
He crashes dates inspired to come along
He parrots boisterous memes right or wrong
I want to like him somehow lean on grace
I nod his notions soul in silence strong
I give him lots of breaks and breathing space
I celebrate the point he could act worse
A conscious rival would employ a curse
Chorus worse inferior minus
