Revised sonnet #293
At base of Khyber Pass in little park
I grabbed a gorgeous girl I shouted grub
Our banter stirred her felt a certain lark
I liked the point of chin the nose a snub
Her sort of female found to pardon flub
I wondered would I swing off social rung
I bothered bitches prone to judge and drub
I stammered sentences if framed among
I was a lucky lunk to charm I clung
The modest make up raised her from a girl
Across her shoulder cotton scarf shed slung
I watched her curious primp her curl unfurl
In rise of blocks that block the rise of sun
A microclimate coolly fanned in fun
Chorus sun son zon
