Revised sonnet #336
I nabbed a nose through plastic surgery
A flap they flopped off brow they pinned in place
Ive known you since our days in nursery
I was accused of robbery to face
I painted skin a white to hide true race
I helped install the swarthy moorish kings
I call upon your sympathy and grace
I filched off female foe your gift of rings
To standard size of private parts thought clings
Your kith and kin are known to cringe at flaw
Youd marry nephilim if minus wings
Youve grown a gentile giantesss hips and jaw
Your make up white your wig a gauze of gold
Youre what I went to war to win on hold
Chorus gold guld gull
