Revised sonnet #505
So she stares glumly glance I gilt in guilt
A silvered sliver shapes as my appeal
Her feint eye bags and circles sickly deal
Im pleased it posits shes too tired to jilt
I failed to get another girl inside a quilt
I dont think shell embarrass me or squeal
A little lost and numb I made her feel
I like them lame at loose end buxom built
I favour girls if glum and down on luck
They share too much to score I must agree
I soak up stories where they pass the buck
A fussier fellow would affirm then flee
Ill never find a better girl though bold
In dregs of dolour pans out flake of gold
Chorus bold intrepid valiant