Revised sonnet #328A
I cringe at broccoli and brussel sprouts
I feel theyre phony veges flavour foul
I crunch the char of chops in whereabouts
It neutralizes poison built in bowel
My mama forces veges puts on scowl
I want to flee to flashy Fiery Land
They cart off rubbish every evening prowl
They ring tin bells to push their sterile brand
Id borrow knightly hazard suit at hand
Id muck in decent squire in smoke and mist
Id linger more immune in every gland
The kiln Id char then china bone enlist
I crave a little charm off Fiery Queen
I roam the Fiery realm and keep it clean
Chorus queen imperatrix tsarina
