Revised sonnet #340
It was a while ago Id struck the scene
I love as life itself the reddish bangs
I stand exceptionally clear and keen
On change of style the fun filled future hangs
The loneliness as harsh as hunger pangs
I suffered sullen single far off slave
Their cattiness in passing conjured fangs
I heard her hiss a bitch I wasnt brave
I reckoned her the kind of chick to waive
A flaw in me I landed foil to front end her
I foisted her on folk through mumbled rave
I was obsequious sometimes short of slur
I coddled her and she accepted me
Together we took world on woe to be
Chorus me mig moi
