Revised sonnet #331
Youve given me times fun and wonderful
Youve called a pax as pal in path of blitz
Youve softened me through simple push and pull
Youve hosted my tirades and hissy fits
Youve suffered my ill health the sweats and zits
Youve been air brush true gloss of magazine
Ive minimised your scaly skin in skits
Im glued to loving gaze eyes brown eyes green
I peer at former female selves Ive been
In giddiness of honeymoon at loss
A cipher joins a cipher same type scene
The future stands in doubt its gold or dross
You surely make it funny smiles at grins
The prison planet keeps us stuck in skins
Chorus grins grinsjt grinst
