Revised sonnet #498
I like to case the babes to cruise the street
To kerb crawl calm to launch a chat up lilt
The gullible I flatter free of guilt
As stranger snare I straggler drunk on feet
I suffer garbled speech I soak up heat
I feel their pain its never nice to jilt
The door is swung ajar to beans theyve spilt
Anonymised I boo to back their bleat
If framed two faced a bit of hypocrite
Id never cheat on her in cheap affair
Odd one off pick up casual perfect fit
I socialise the single babes to square
I swing a bucket seat till flat as bed
Id never make a move on her whos wed
Chorus bed crib doss
