Revised sonnet #407
Her wifey ways and beauty shrouded bop
The subtle signs eventually arose
The men around her priest or ponce or prop
Asexual pals all females flamed as foes
I was inclined to pout and not oppose
They kept their cool old me a giddy mess
I loved her dimpled cheeks and crinkled nose
Her heaped hair make up matte and skimpy dress
The bartered sex I sampled nothing less
At prompt I dished out pumpkin pies and booze
Her patient pals in wings the while Id guess
To sneak in strokes elaborate their ruse
Her pal a phony homosexual man
I less than thrilled that they employed elan
Chorus man fellow guy
