Revised sonnet #328
He loved to ear the childish fundy voice
Id cave in modest not a mote of stinge
He liked to see the buttoned blouse a choice
Id shave off signs of monkey pits and minge
And yet hed sniff at same things work in whinge
Id cry and shake at sudden dissonance
At variables hed critically cringe
Id ease up eloquence and elegance
I couldnt stand his sudden shift in stance
Id feed a vocal fry and drape that blouse undone
Id leave him lost then lend him second chance
His starting phase all paradise and fun
He was a secret nasty narcissist
All surface charm I could expose its gist
Chorus narcissist narcissique narcist
