a study toward sonnet #151 by FisherKingKQJ
in G flat

I've always thought portraits obituary
And dismissed the thought of you on canvas,
I've been cool and summarily wary
Of buffing you dainty or brushing you crass.
I prefer mutual slumber to carcase,
We're more nymphs of cicada or mayfly-
To your words I'm strongly disposed to bias,
I work round dry skin of rumour or lie.
Two husks on a trunk in autumn now dry,
We're snuggled under the duvet, we're curled
From artists whose shortcomings can pass us by,
Let's blink blind the wicked, bad, evil world.
My love, in our dream we dream but a feast
And in our life we love what we fear least.

{3D interactive chorus in A flat:}

My love, in our dream we dream a feast.
My love, in our dream we dream a banquet.
My love, in our dream we dream a repast.

a study toward sonnet #150 by FisherKingKQJ
in E flat

He poked me hard, so letting out a muffled cry,
On his eyelids sweat shone; and I could tell
He loved women and did his best to gratify;
I was chuffed to be his girl, I felt the love well.
My back arched, I felt my labia minora swell,
I moaned, I felt my head to one side flick,
My fingers squeezed at the mattress pellmell,
My thighs squeezed at his hips sweaty and slick.
And then the blush of orgasm began to click
Through me. I sensed the surge of his climax,
I scowled amused to see pleasure crick
His neck, his chiselled features tense, relax.
He rolled, then gave my midriff this tickle,
I wiped off his hazed forehead sweaty trickle.

[Closing couplet revised with bombast for flat screens 4/9/05]

{3D interactive chorus in F flat:}

He rolled and gave my tummy a tickle.
He rolled and gave my tummy a caress.
He rolled and gave my tummy a stroke.

a study toward sonnet #149 by FisherKingKQJ
in C flat

He rolled close and gently slapped my derriere,
Then he stroked my curly black hair tangle,
Then he unsnapped my lace push up brassiere
So letting the cups and the straps dangle.
My large tits swung free at a slight angle,
He closed his eyes and let out a lewd moan,
He kissed my arm down to the gold bangle,
My reddish nipples his teeth bared to hone.
His incisors the aureoles started to cone,
I yelled out and grabbed at his shoulder blades-
Under his angles I was sweetly prone-
His face rolled through bedlamp rays and shades.
Like a fruitbat at a cactus blossom,
So his face plunged into my warm bosom.

{3D interactive chorus in D flat:}

So his face plunged into my warm bosom.
So his face plunged into my warm chest.
So his face plunged into my warm ribs.

a study toward sonnet #148 by FisherKingKQJ
A flat

On a squeeze of his fingers across mine
I remembered my hand was in his hand,
So soft, so sinewy. Up till now the design
Of one woman for one man had been banned.
Across realms of fable he strode and spanned
My life, that is, careened it back to front,
He met my command with his countermand
And my once clear mind turned a fuddled munt.
The glint in his hazel eyes, deep and blunt
Enflamed my skin and so I was tonguetied.
Commitment? I was terrified of the brunt
Of intimacy which with habit vied.
That his grip was tight I wished to couch-
So I used telepathy to convey, Ouch!

{3D interactive chorus in B flat:}

That his grip was tight I wished to couch.
That his grip was tight I wished to hint.
That his grip was tight I wished to infer.

a study toward sonnet #147 by FisherKingKQJ
in F flat

Ooooh, Ahmed! I murmured with a tiny sigh,
I pressed my face into his jacket. Did
He still want me? And why was I still shy?
Did he see disaster where I saw splendid?
The more I thought the more I felt he'd rid
Himself of me. The real me couldn't cope.
He dragged me about to face him; avid,
He cupped my face, his eyes glistening hope.
He was real, unlike me, not one to mope,
So when he invaded my mouth with his
In a fishlike kiss against the car door slope
It's spontaneous fire I couldn't dismiss.
Whether he loved me as me neurotic,
Subsumed in kisses rough and chaotic.

{3D interactive chorus in G flat:}

Subsumed in kisses rough and chaotic.
Subsumed in kisses rough and random.
Subsumed in kisses rough and wild.

a study toward sonnet #146 by FisherKingKQJ
in D flat

I definitely preferred to dictate
The circumstances, and to languish
In an art gallery cafe inchoate
Thrust me in a condition of anguish.
Ingratiating, he neutralised my wish:
He noted my heart beating like a drum,
My blue sloe eyes to point of nebbish,
I rolled my eyes away, my eyelids numb.
I sat down maybe the position to plumb
My legs shook, he lobbed me myopic.
Anxious, the ottoman took up my thrum
A distress call and he changed the topic
Over new age music I didn't lash out:
Just like a first date to accentuate doubt.

{3D interactive chorus in E flat:}

Just like a first date to accentuate doubt.
Just like a first date to accentuate misgiving.
Just like a first date to accentuate reserve.

a study toward sonnet #145 by FisherKingKQJ
in C flat

On a low gasp I twined my arms round his neck
And pressed my torso to his in an intuitive
Reply to the desires he roused at his beck
And call, a state in which I might forever live.
I fumbled, I clicked the cabin door brass sniv-
The lively gossip on deck now rumble,
My complete self I was now ready to give
To my love. I fet his large hand fumble
My beret, my blonde hair from it tumble,
And we rolled on the bunk under duress
Of the liner's pitch, roll, and, engine mumble,
And he pushed up my pleated raw silk dress.
As his lips to my lips clamped and acquiesced,
My probing tongue his enflamed love finessed.

{3D interactive chorus in D flat:}

As his lips to my lips clamped and acquiesced.
As his lips to my lips clamped and deferred.
As his lips to my lips clamped and surrendered.

a study toward sonnet #144 by Fisher KingKQJ
in A flat

So you tread by my side
The green and ebbing waves.
I hold back on my pride
As we're slaves among slaves.
Your wet seagrape crown,
My pendant bottle glass!
Cracked dry seashells worn down,
Two wet windsurfers pass.
And windy gripes complained
To twisters of sand reduce,
Hot air roundly ingrained
By crises worn with use.
Our vows are now remade
In offwhite toitoi shade.

{3D interactive chorus in B flat:}

Our vows are now remade.
Our vows are now recreated.
Our vows are now reproduced.

a study toward sonnet #143 by FisherKingKQJ
in F flat


I tried extreme makeover on the lam
As I pretty look the blackout rapist...
Not me! I sprinkle weed with Epilam!
I wiggled to the Beauty the- rapist,
A few guessing I'm a prison escapist.
Bliage, caramel highlights, gel, perm, weight?
Hummed and haad the colourist and stylist
My gritty broken nails were in a state
He or she pointed, limp wristed, effeminate.
A chest and eyebrow wax were just the cure
In their poncey anal -ysis. So my mate
From behind hugged me pretty as a picture.
I started out a joined eyebrow wuss
Now I'm a metrosexual Narcissus.

{3D interactive chorus in G flat:}

I started out a joined eyebrow wuss.
I started out a joined eyebrow pillock.
I started out a joined eyebrow twit.

a study toward sonnet #142 by FisherKingKQJ
in D flat

The drops of a waterclock are sublime,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow all collude
In eccentric ripples of phoney time,
By crystal ticks escape cogwheels are screwed.
I've laboured to bring your similitude
To verse, your epidermal ticks poly,
Your white gold immortal, half carat rude,
I strike clean rather than free and jolly.
The henna and saline implants you dolly
The pilates, the diet teas and collagen
Are heroic in their germinal folly;
The golden people have business acumen.
I love you in all directions outside time,
Your worked ingot, your fifty word chime.

{3D interactive chorus in E flat:}

Your worked ingot, your fifty word chime.
Your worked ingot, your fifty word ring.
Your worked ingot, your fifty word tinkle.

a study toward sonnet #141 by FisherKingKQJ
in B flat.

While my eyes welled with tears, my skin felt
A tingle. I leaned back and turned to catch
Her every fair angle; mother nature dealt
Her a certain kookiness. At first snatch
I'd thought she might be icy and a patch
Despotic, even; but she'd warmed up in
A dash, her voice pitched with a childish catch.
Her brown eyes dilated, her brows pencilled thin,
She placed an index finger on my chin
And lips, then I unbuttoned her dickey
And pulled it open. My fingers passed twin
Underwire cups to a snap quite tricky.
I outlined a nipple and saw her swell
With an identical desire to quell.

{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}

I outlined a nipple and saw her swell.
I outlined a nipple and saw her heave.
I outlined a nipple and saw her tumefy.

a study toward sonnet #140 by FisherKingKQJ
in G flat.

Who can tell whether granite skyscrapers
Of media moguls will outlast this rhyme?
I can only buff your japes and capers,
And all is blanked by sandblast over time.
A counter revolution assizes
And knocks the statues of demagogues,
Revered oligarchs and despots excises;
Alexandria's library enflamed rogues.
Against death, or prolonged pain worse
You carry your mortality in your genes
Your beauty's grace of fifty words occurs
At gestures and in unique timbre convenes.
Your sweet crooked smile fills in proteonome,
A seismic vindication of genome.

{3D interactive chorus in A flat:}

A seismic vindication of genome.
A seismic vindication of blueprint.
A seismic vindication of plot.

a study toward sonnet #139 by FisherKingKQJ
in E flat

A pensive look on his symmetric
And long pale face stopping short of lewd.
My lack of forward planning made me sick:
The wrong bikini, it hung slack, skewed,
One size too large. Ancient worries renewed:
A knee scar, a freckle, a veiny blob...
I felt vulnerable, meanwhile he brewed,
I felt his eyes slit, I felt my heart throb
For him nonetheless; however, if Bob
Could ogle me, then it was also true
I could ogle the outline of his knob,
His pigeon chest; a mat of brunette curls
I swabbed with a seasponge in yinyang swirls.

{3D interactive chorus in F flat:}

I swabbed with a seasponge in yinyang swirls.
I swabbed with a seasponge in yinyang eddies.
I swabbed with a seasponge in yinyang turns.

[By 2050AD GDP will be eight times greater than now, and I expect the audience will be
completely unionised by the Punters' Union.]

It's nearly time to hit the road and find some business partners. A certain rival, I--x, has quit town so there can be no confusion, now, as to what I mean by 3D. For me 3D, like time travel, is an every day thing. Parallax is a waste of time
because in 3D objects move in all directions; not only is parallax solved by shutter speed, 60 fps, but all the techniques are
backwardly compatible. One can see that a news program, for example, with its three cameras exists in 2D for cultural
rather than scientific reasons. And indeed, popular stereography goes back to origin of photography itself (1850AD)
My techniques are simple and sculptural, rather than graphic as I believe the common strand of art is the pursuit of
immortality. That might mean computer generating someone middle aged such as myself as a teenager, or retired
famous artists, or even artists from the earliest days of the talkies.
I'm going to approach Sky City Casino AGAIN, diplomatically not mentioning the failed I--- or even the failed Deep V----, so noone can say I'm difficult or didn't let them have a look in.

a study toward sonnet #138 by FisherKingKQJ in C flat

He plunged into me fast, into my abyss,
We yelled in unison, and his large palms
Resumed their circular massaging bliss,
I was searching out his rhythm, my arms
Now enforcing the beat of my own charms;
Around his vertebrae and hips I snuck
My thighs and heels so quashing any qualms,
I arched my pelvis to meet buck with buck...
He collapsed, I yelled as ecstasy struck
Into the sky comets; he pushed his face
Into my hair. Then it was my good luck
He rolled his weight off me to give me space.
We drifted toward a world more frantic;
For now, we listened to the quartz clock tick.

{3D interactive chorus, in D flat:}

We drifted toward a world more frantic.
We drifted toward a world more rabid.
We drifted toward a world more wild.

a study toward sonnet #137 by FisherKingKQJ,
in A flat

I applied my lips to Roy's lips, my hands
I slipped across his wide, tanned, hairy chest
Until my fingers tangled in the strands
On his nape. My tongue curled, pushed to test
His teeth and I felt him mould a breast
With an odd half gulp as his lips dropped
From mine to lick a hot, blind, trail, egressed
My chin, my trembling throat, and then stopped
At my collar bone. As his hands copped
And plucked my bra strap on my vee neck top
I gasped, my back against the bonnet propped.
My hands his thighs began to stroke and strop.
My nipples under his knuckles rolled round
While his raised knee warmly rubbed my mound.

{3D interactive chorus in B flat:}

My nipples under his knuckles rolled round.
My nipples under his knuckles rolled circuit.
My nipples under his knuckles rolled tour.

a study toward sonnet #136 by FisherKingKQJ

Oooh, I gasped, no more able to resist
Jimmy's lips which patrolled and probed my lips
As he thrust on the dinghy bob and list
As he caressed and pressed my waist and hips....
The previous men had all been radar blips.
My lungs swelled under the craven assault
Of his lips, and then I felt seagrape pips
On his buttocks, wet sandgrains and dry salt
Beneath my nails rasp, on his shoulders halt.
Inside me, lust for satisfaction welled
His shadow conjoined a cloudy eclipse...
Dormant, I felt the crazy lava swelled,
I craved him, every bit, I shivered,
My lower back suddenly arched, I quivered...

{3D interactive chorus:}

I craved him, every bit, I shivered.
I craved him, every bit, I quaked.
I craved him, every bit, I trembled.

a study toward sonnet #135 by FisherKingKQJ

He took the auspices of my muddle
To seize and loot as he wished. I tried
To demur, he clinched me in a cuddle
And catalysed the kiss, his hot tongue pried,
My heart leapt. Around my nape felt I glide
A hand, the other moulded my derriere.
All my senses compounded as he plied
My response: blue sparks, nimbus stratosphere,
To a primordial core he was sincere.
I became sovereignly alert, inward cursed,
We bumped over a plant stand standing near,
With a moan of ecstacy I reversed.
What nonsense, from a distance the sarcasm
From my husband came, enforcing the schism.

{3D interactive chorus:}

What nonsense, from a distance the sarcasm.
What nonsense, from a distance the acrimony.
What nonsense, from a distance the taunt.

courtesy of the Punters' Union, a study toward sonnet #134
by FisherKingKQJ

And the few times he'd given me a lift home
He'd placed his arm round me on the kerb
I'd swivel to him and enjoy the roam
Of his kisses, his hugs and clasps superb.
I enjoyed his cologne of cedar and herb.
According to the ticklish paroxysm
My infatuation with him wouldn't curb,
My body craved his body, but a spasm
Zigzag zapped me at the thought of him.
I'd pulled at his belt, I'd stopped, disgusted
By misgivings. I was paralysed. In the chasm.
We talked it over, he so bold, I busted.
I've let him undo buttons on my blouse:
I might invite him over to my house.

{3D interactive chorus:}

I've let him undo buttons on my blouse.
I've let him undo buttons on my corsage.
I've let him undo buttons on my dickey.

[I've missed a day due to a thunderstorm. Never mind. It's quite exciting starting an entire industry for
interactive movies and interactive music from the bottom up. I really like the idea of the Punters' Union award ceremonies taking place in the Hobart casino. As for releasing the interactive music I think it's going to be a good idea to flood the market in 2006 AD with 200 sonnets of mine plus another 200 (songs) from affiliates of the
exemplified 3d interactive chorus. Sonnet #134 coming soon...]

a study toward sonnet #133 by FisherKingKQJ

I wore a lime coloured frock which offset
The highlight extensions in my red hair.
I'd heard the stories concerning him, yet
His flings engrossed me, they supplied cheer
Instead of daunting...he was debonair,
He waltzed consummately, and he adored
The fairer sex. His pick up lines to spare
Were customised for each of us - we pored
On them, compared notes - he might afford
Some version for me through vernacular,
He might drawl, sussing a girl, me, accord:
You have the eyes of a crouching jaguar.
I was pleased as punch: it might be okay:
I felt the girls felt this weird match au fait.

{3D interactive chorus:}

I was pleased as punch: it might be okay.
I was pleased as punch: it might be allright.
I was pleased as punch: it might be fine.

[17/9/05 correction of technique ll10-14 to
even up lines. Content unchanged.]

a study toward sonnet #132 by FisherKingKQJ

As he slipped his arm round me, as he groped
My person, I slouched, quiescent and turning
Aside. He lowered his head to mine, he hoped
Thereby to plant his mouth on mine earning
A french kiss. Aaaaargh. Since I wasn't spurning
Completely then as prior, he seemed inspired
Via cracked logic, surely: he was earning
Respect from me? He tugged back - I was ired-
Insulted, overwhelmed, hot, I seemed mired,
His hand inside my blouse, then on my thigh
Under my dress, my push up bra awry.
His breathing quickened, deepened, he was wired.
So out the passenger door I then jumped;
I looked back as bemused as he was stumped.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Out the passenger door I quickly jumped.
Out the passenger door I quickly capered.
Out the passenger door I quickly leapt.

[Corrected for rhythm and typeset 8/10/05.]

a study toward sonnet #131 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm loathe to speak: illegal immigrants
In sweatshops typify our nation great;
It's no small chipucabra shimmy prance,
As yankee costs, and mexican crime sate.
I'll slump back in the patrol car and wait,
The headlights pouring cacti wed agaves;
I'll snuggle close kiss runaway jailbait
Away from Sonoran sand shallow graves.
Midnight's chill blooms a sultry bat slaves,
Purple saguana pod seed sweet jelly
It savors now, white cardon prickle braves,
Mask of pollen swells its big furred belly.
We're hypnotised by drive-in moonshine still:
Elf owls tap moonlight, datura to swill.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Elf owls tap moonlight, datura to swill.
Elf owls tap moonlight, datura to swill.
Elf owls tap moonlight, datura to swill.

[Major rewrite for rhythm and line length.
I'm proud to say that the content is always
perfect, but sometimes the technique trails.
25/9/05]

{While researching a historic sonnet I came across a black and white photo of the docks. A horse and wagon, only one of several, was blurred as it had violated shutter speed. I think of that photo whenever someone says that digitisation is
a great threat to the notion the whole of human history can be reduced to two or three dictators in black and white portraiture in L--- magazine.}

a study toward sonnet #130 by FisherKingKQJ

The figure of the gondola appeared
A diamond edged glass cutter. A long meow
Left two queers in feline Gagna masks. They leered
At a dashing man from their cofano.
We wore Bauta masks white button nosed po.
Now dusk, the rio and ramis we reneged,
We bounced onto the stone quay from the prow.
In Florian's bacaro we were intrigued
By the finicky tall waiter who'd segued
Through crushed ice water into a goblet
By means of a riddle, the chilled drops leagued
At bottom with amber toned anisette.
The mouth holes perverted and mixed our speech:
His kisses tasted prosecco with peach.

{3D interactive chorus:}

His kisses tasted prosecco with peach.
His kisses tasted prosecco with apricot.
His kisses tasted prosecco with nectarine.

[ll1, 13 14 corrected for rhythm. No change to content.
17/9/05.]

a study toward sonnet #129 by FisherKingKQJ

Quiet liaisons if you fancy bicurious
My orientation can accord with taste
MasterCardVisa, noone penurious
Penthouse a heartbeat off CBD haste.
I've tightly tied a towel round my waist...
You've got a seven year itch, it's rocky?
Let me rub massage oil at tension laced;
You've passed on pills as a hotshot jockey?
Let me slap your flab till you're not stocky;
You've battled sexist pigs to boost your pile
Let me rap your shoulder blades to cocky:-
As everyone plots to cramp your style.
Barrabas ring, from the Yellow Pages,
Body is taut, his smile bliss engages.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Body is taut, his smile bliss engages.
Body is taut, his smile bliss engages.
Body is taut, his smile bliss engages.

[ll1-14 corrected for rhytm and typeset. 1/10/05]

a study toward sonnet #128 by FisherKingKQJ

She stared at me unblinking and perplexed
She believed after a time we could be pals
But truthfully I found her undersexed
I valued my new reassigned genitals:
She was immature and still had her balls.
Just pals? I knew in my heart I would hate
And love my better half, not take her calls
Till nothing about her carried weight.
And truth be told closet transvestites grate,
They miscast transexuals in a poor light.
I grabbed, and then kissed byebye this effete
Woman I'd so loved, she stumbled taking flight.
Verse Naval and Family beer breath stink,
In K' road I knocked out that bitch in pink.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Verse Naval and Family beer breath stink.
Verse Naval and Family beer breath odour.
Verse Naval and Family beer breath pong.

[ll13 and 14 corrected for typeset.26/9/05.]

a study toward sonnet #127 by FisherKingKQJ


He held me in the least regard. He spurned
Me. I had tried to stir myself to despise
Him. His words aloud I recited, I churned
Over, I whipped up his sarcastic surmise.
However I knew the censures did arise
From his own profound drawn out agony.
So I diluted them. It was I who cut ties,
It was Warwick who'd sought matrimony.
His kindness, I'd rejected as phoney
Compared to the ice and fire of Larry
His limousines and leveraged money,
His rants, his candour, his scowling parry.
An idiot, at true love I'd given a shrug
On manners and giving I'd pulled the plug.

{3D interactive chorus:}

On manners and giving I'd pulled the plug.
On manners and giving I'd pulled the stopper.
On manners and giving I'd pulled the wedge.

a study toward sonnet #126 by FisherKingKQJ

Smashed totally, heart racing on, and throat
Dry gulping, I lay eyes closed, as he raised
Himself off. I wanted him as though by rote
To nest my head on his left shoulder dazed
And spent as I was. So I was amazed
And galled to feel the mattress rise and drop
As he quit bed. The shower box droplet hazed
Inside the ensuite, silhouette looked to mop
A shampoo round his hair, his feet to slop.
My body continued its tune in delight
From his caress; but my heart couldn't stop
Its inner sunburst of tears at my sleight:
I'd stirred him to casual sex, a blunder:
My love was deep though I'd torn it asunder.

{3D interactive chorus:}

I'd conned him into casual sex, a blunder.
I'd conned him into casual sex, a fault.
I'd conned him into casual sex, a mistake.
[1/10/05 ll1-14 corrected for typeset and
rhythm.]

a study toward sonnet #125 by FisherKingKQJ

He thanked me for the bright experience
He'd never dreamed possible. His lips found
Mine though the initial kisses were tense,
Lukewarm, the last was cravenly unbound
And energising causing my heart to pound,
My body to shiver, my arms to squeeze
Around his lower spine. He lifted around
His face away but he did not release
His tight grip of me. It seemed without cease
We gazed at one another, in a bobbing daze,
Then he gulped a breath. Then we were at ease.
He looked away and I felt my own eyes glaze.
The gondola moored, at bridges we looked,
Curled spaghetti in cuttle fish ink booked.

{3D interactive chorus:}

The gondola moored, at bridges we looked.
The gondola moored, at bridges we gazed.
The gondola moored, at bridges we stared.
[l14 modified for typeset 2/10/05.]

a study toward sonnet #124 by FisherKingKQJ

I trailed her from the room, I yearned to ask
Her more concerning his defacto, but not
Yet right to. The blush on my face as if a mask
Chafed me. He twisted swiftly round. My lot
It was to secretly love him, yet in earshot;
He'd trailed off slagging my links to Robert.
Ensuing my cutting, quick retort, I lost the plot
All the way back to my place, to avert
His weak excuse. I marched, enraged and hurt
Into the bathroom whacking its door shut.
How dare he speculate me being this flirt,
A consort of womaniser Robert, some slut?
His achilles heel stamped groundless gossip!
He would look perfect when watching his lip!

{3D interactive chorus:}

His achilles heel stamped groundless gossip!
His achilles heel stamped groundless chitchat!
His achilles heel stamped groundless tattle!

a study toward sonnet #123 by FisherKingKQJ

He clinched me for a couple of moments
Then whirled me in his arms. His broad ribcage
He pressed cross mine as a hot condolence,
I seized his forearm partly in umbrage
To right myself. His mood was hard to gauge,
But his biceps were taut, as hard as stone.
Since he was very tall, his demeanour sage,
He patronised me through eloquent tone,
Which panicked me. And yet I was not alone
As his legs quaked next to mine! Then his long face
He arched and dropped to mine, my startled moan
To sobs reduced. His pashing lacked a grace.
Only the sound of breathing broke the air
And he cradled my head with novel flair.

{3D interactive chorus:}

And he cradled my head with novel flair.
And he cradled my head with novel panache.
And he cradled my head with novel style.
[Corrected for rhythm and typeset 2/10/05.]

a study toward sonnet #122 by FisherKingKQJ

I felt its pain in my heart, such a piquant
Mute lament for the furtive, muffed chance
Which separated us, a small faith truant
On my part, and choler circumstance
On his part. Down our year long advance
A crevasse cut his ardour for me clear
Away from my own for him. Our romance
Froze up, his icepick jigged its icy veneer.
Might we yet bridge vapour kisses sheer,
In premarital lovemaking overreach
To intimacy and pacts without peer
And repose in the clasp of each to each?
He might approach me mentally aloof:
A wince his last response was living proof.

{3D interactive chorus:}
[ll1, 7, 13 corrected for rhythm and
typeset 6/10/05.]

He might approach me mentaly aloof.
He might approach me mentally detached.
He might approach me mentally remote.

a study toward sonnet #121 by FisherKingKQJ

I could sense our rapport start round decline.
As our track broadened, Simon from behind
Dipped speedily to shove his arm through mine.
My heart raced at his sudden change of mind.
And then I understood he was only being kind.
He smiled quizzically. His eyebrow twitched.
A jest, surely. I started to query this bind,
How far I'd erred, if I was to be ditched.
I felt too flustered, clueless, and bewitched
To be more than submissive in his hold.
As we neared his farmstead, he softly switched
My shoulders round and close to face him bold.
I guessed and dreamed that he'd kiss and pin
Me to a bough. He gazed, he tipped my chin.

{3D interactive chorus:}

I guessed and dreamed that he'd kiss and pin.
I guessed and dreamed that he'd kiss and nail.
I guessed and dreamed that he'd kiss and rivet.

[Corrected for typeset and rhythm 6/10.05.]

a study toward sonnet #120 by FisherKingKQJ

There's a boy who lives in this tenement
Downstairs from my digs who's tiny podgy
With a demeanour louche and insolent,
Brushing off crumbs being his pathology.
On landings we'll brush, not at all dodgy,
I think I'll haul him to the boiler room
One frosty night to savour his stodgy
Cheesecake and creambun lips in the gloom.
So far he's felt me up and made me fume
On the stairwell; I don't have the courage
To force him to sex me, I simply assume.
He might not choose bosoms over porridge.
Fatso, there's torrid mischief in the works
One day with lots of crumpet your perks.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Fatso, there's torrid mischief in the works.
Fatso, there's torrid mischief in the business.
Fatso, there's torrid mischief in the to-do.
[Corrected for rhythm and typeset 9/10/05.]
{Editor's note: the characters are fictional and any resemblance to the croupiers in Paris, Las Vegas is purely coincidental.}

a study toward sonnet #119 by FisherKingKQJ

Nude modelling I'm not insane about,
As I've got a pilose system on the whole
Undeveloped, which nevertheless I tout
To artists hairless, oft dabbed with charcoal.
Cite Falgiere so freezing took its toll:
As we sloshed in sleet I began to sob,
In fuming gasps we cussed the rigmarole,
Pierre appeared - he looked a vicious snob.
We'd carried old payphone books to the job,
His studio was less freezing than the street,
It was still cold, so Pierre decided to lob,
Chair legs into the stove to give us heat.
From that day on, as from his first warm smile,
We've been a couple, solid for a while.

{3D interactive chorus:}
[Punctuation and rhythm changed
plus l14 shortened for type set 10/10/05.]

We've been a couple, solid for a while.
We've been a couple, solid for a spell.
We've been a couple, solid for a time.

a study toward sonnet #118 by FisherKingKQJ

My girlfriend averred I allow a gent
Of a certain age debauch me: care, not hurt
A girl's virginity should meekly rent:
In ritzy Menilmont we met my flirt.
After a grill of quail with custard dessert,
And wine, he was curt and didn't dally-
He ordered off my spencer, bra and skirt.
So I lay blissed by the idea I was finally
About to be taught. I was totally
Reliant on him - I fancied him because
He was a tease! His nose began the sally,
Sweet things he did with his clean shaven jaws,
His ears were ecstacy. However at dawn,
O dear, I was still a virgin to brawn!

{3D interactive chorus:}

O dear, I was still a virgin to brawn!
O dear, I was still a virgin to flesh!
O dear, I was still a virgin to meat!

[ll14 corrected to align with l1
for typeset. 3/10/05.]

a study toward sonnet #117 by FisherKingKQJ

I share now with the woman a lurid
And small lodging in the Plaisance quarter.
She related to me her clandestine, putrid
Affair, that the elderly Basque brought her
Cheese and sausage from home as barter.
So, she's been kept by a working man, who
Presumed that I was her naif teen daughter,
Who sexed her as he observed no taboo
On the brass spring bed in front of me. A slew
Of days passed, my girlfriend and I took a stroll
In the boulevards, a nude audition to do
Off boulevard Strasbourg at concert Mayol.
It was nettling cold and snowflakes would burn
Sideways drifting into collar upturn.

{3D interactive chorus:}

It was nettling cold and snowflakes would burn.
It was nettling cold and snowflakes would roast.
It was nettling cold and snowflakes would scald.

a study toward sonnet #116 by FisherKingKQJ

As well, I posed to monsieur U my bald
By wax pubis. Often, he would approach
And put his nose near its mound, enthralled
To see if stubble had begun to broach,
To germinate whilst I posed. Mock reproach
He'd squeak in his effeminate, pinched voice
"Lily, you're hysterical, no hair! I'll poach
An egg on your tummy smooth!" We'd rejoice
The sale of his framed painting, for my poise
I'd get maybe two or three hundred sou,
And to prove I was his model of choice,
He'd roll spare coins to get me to pursue.
At twelve I first posed my street urchin arse
For palettes, easels, oils of Montpernasse.

{3D interactive chorus:}

[ll7,9,14 corrected for rhythm and typeset
9/10/05.]
At twelve I first posed my street urchin arse.
At twelve I first posed my street urchin bum.
At twelve I first posed my street urchin rear.

a study toward sonnet #115 by FisherKingKQJ

The new client was suntanned and bluff
I'd just heard him query the concierge:
Who's the new whore? A wildcat in the buff
Deserves a masterstroke. I was on the verge
Of retreating, I bit my lips...the in kind urge
I resisted. A pose for Kessling in the raw
Would deck galleries, interest would surge.
Adopt a pilates or yoga pose he'd implore,
He dubbed me a five sous syphilitic whore
All in the nicest way you could conjure...
Still, I was insulted to my spiritual core
By a great artist quite mean and impure.
For my nude posing I divulge no shame,
To inspire Montmartre genii is my aim.

{3D interactive chorus:}

For my nude posing I divulge no shame.
For my nude posing I divulge no guilt.
For my nude posing I divulge no remorse.

a study toward sonnet #114 by FisherKingKQJ

We bore hyacinths in the blonde creels,
We warbled psalms of unrequited love,
I, Sappho, plucked a lyre, their choral peals
Seemed wafted by the peacock fan above
My head, then Julia's voice began to rove
A lovers' spat as diffuse as white sand.
In the pomegranate and oleander cove
We cavorted, skinnydipped, our play spanned
The cloudless afternoon, then as I'd planned
We repaired to Elektra's villa at dusk,
We mingled for the saturnalia unmanned
The scent of rosemary and women's musk.
Under cliffs of jonquil and anenome
We floated in the weightless cobalt sea.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Under cliffs of jonquil and anenome.
Under cliffs of jonquil and hyacinth.
Under cliffs of jonquil and rose.

a study toward sonnet #113 by FisherKingKQJ

A niece to Pittacus the Dictator,
Melitta studies fine art and wisdom
In a tunic with suns to overscore
The nipples of her generous bosom.
Her coquettish ruddy pouts, her fingers slim,
The honeyblonde hairs she precisely grooms
And laces with helio, the braids a-rim
A chignon fenced by combs speak volumes.
A question in her huge almond eyes looms,
Their pellucid grey pours a loving bourse
Into my own. In my secluded rooms
Of music, art and manners we converse.
"Oh, Sappho" she delivers huskily,
"Could I learn to play the harp duskily?"

{3D interactive chorus:}

"Oh, Sappho" she delivers huskily.
"Oh, Sappho" she delivers croakily.
"Oh, Sappho" she delivers raspily.

a study toward sonnet #112 by FisherKingKQJ

Surreptitiously I touch the outline
Of a short jewel encrusted silver dirk -
A gift from Alexander. Fat, bovine
And nude females ogle me and they smirk
Through acrid hashish fumes in the murk
Of the Seven Tallow Candles St Inn.
A sailor purls a buff plump cow a jerk
Rearward onto a bench, his goatee chin
On her aureoles rasps. His sunchapped grin
Presages wine splashing on meaty bubs.
Her pallid blubber legs dunting a din
She screeches, her sweaty minge she rubs.
A sodden whore rushed me to no avail
Her plan to tear and smithereen my veil.

{3D interactive chorus:}

A sodden whore rushed me to no avail.
A sodden whore rushed me to no result.
A sodden whore rushed me to no success.

a study toward sonnet #111 by FisherKingKQJ


We lay behind the temple, mouths but mum.
An arch of his spine, his murmuring
Sappho, Sappho! his viscid delirium
Dissipated into a dozey clasp, a wring:
Was my entire life a blunder, nothing?
A warm body next to me, I felt lonesome.
Silly me to embark on yet another fling!
I did prefer women lithe and lissom,
His biceps were second to soft bosom.
I'd felt his probing ardour bewildering
This meek yet crude lover left me numb,
He'd straight fall asleep in my feeble cling.
As a girl I'd observed the acts and cues:
My mother her handmaidens seduce.

{3D interactive chorus:}

As a girl I'd observed the acts and cues.
As a girl I'd observed the acts and leads.
As a girl I'd observed the acts and tips.

[Editor's note. After sonnet #200 I will be actively recruiting personnel.]

a study toward sonnet #110 by FisherKingKQJ

My eyes kohl, my nipples, and labia rouge,
My arms and thighs tinted blue. Diaphonous
Silk clothing implies my curvature to louche
Rubes. Like grass under a rock my pubis
Yellow, might or might not rouse with the fizz
Of my total inky cravings, throbbing, dissolute.
Lewd Kressim a banker of Thebes is.
I eschew the idea of standing up to salute
Or engage him, so he obliges, pads the jute
To come forward and proxy stoop the chaise.
An exquisitely painted foot, a cute
Engraved bracelet tinkling, to his gob, I raise.
As I assumed, he was gladdened and moot
To lavish a fervent kiss on my foot.

{3D interactive chorus:}

As I assumed, he was gladdened and moot.
As I assumed, he was gladdened and placed.
As I assumed, he was gladdened and weighted.

a study toward sonnet #109 by FisherKingKQJ

Ah, Sappho, forgive my insane outburst.
Against my soul mate. Fibber. Last conquest.
I squeezed his hand my gaze in his immersed,
Against his shoulder my head found a nest.
His kisses were so amorously pressed
A trice I puzzled if my judgement were astray,
Now, just as he grasped me to his chest.
No, no, I could sense his con some way...
In the arbour amid subtle odours of decay
And regeneration, of compost and moss
We surrendered to prolonged foreplay,
In a swirling perfume of roses. To Lesbos
No galley in the King's fleet was to steer
Phaon was for Sicily to advance his career.

{3D interactive chorus:}

No galley in the King's fleet was to steer.
No galley in the King's fleet was to turn.
No galley in the King's fleet was to bend.

study toward sonnet #108 by FisherKingKQJ

The words wouldn't come. He smiled then
He took off his shirt. He began to tie
My hands behind my back. That was when
I started the morbid mantra goodbye
To all my folks in my head. He pulled my
Arms above my head and tied them
To a hook for the punchbag. Then my guy
He started punching me. A problem:
Steve rang. Rob wiped away his phlegm,
He gasped air at my mobile in reply.
I passed out on a kick to the brain stem.
The scene resolved to a comatose sigh:
Steve was late to know it was an affair
True, Rob overreacted but fair is fair.

{3D interactive chorus:}

True, Rob overreacted but fair is fair.
True, Rob overreacted but fair is just.
True, Rob overreacted but fair is right.

study towards sonnet #107 by FisherKingKQJ

I resented his aura of power and his
Obtuse sarcasm. So why did a tremor
Snake down my spine asserting bliss?
He smirked at me in mocking horror
As if I had a smear on my nose. No score.
I seared him with an indignant look. He'd
Contrived his own defeat in Pyrrhic war.
I drew a shallow breath and then freed
It. Words formed and died in a huge screed
Before they found voice. I had to dredge
Lethe itself to keep my eyes on the bead,
Emotionless. I felt a pulse on the edge
Of my throat. He was late, the date a botch.
I tapped the face of my little gold watch.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Of my throat. He was late, the date a botch.
Of my throat. He was late, the date a disaster.
Of my throat. He was late, the date a flub.

study toward sonnet #106 by FisherKingKQJ

His intent look probed my gang and tarried
As I giggled at a florid fellow's quip,
As into parley my low voice carried
I saw his eyelids bat twice, his gaze dip.
I felt intuition immersion pip,
I knew he'd been watching me. I essayed
A slightly lifted eyebrow as a tip
To stir enquiry mute, to succour aid.
Can silent talk by two people be made?
Might he feel my desire, as intense
As his gaze near tangible? He sashayed
Across to me sparking thence into hence.
I tuned out the toast and wineglass clink
He, a gentleman, gave my friend a wink.

{3D interactive chorus:}

I tuned out the toast and wineglass clink.
I tuned out the toast and wineglass ping.
I tuned out the toast and wineglass tap.

a study toward sonnet #105 by FisherKingKQJ

Alexander the Great peeped gymnophists
The sceptics were last to disrobe and cower
The stoics nodded to cellulite and cysts
The cynics to size were uniformly sour.
My old toothbrush and baking soda scour
The poo marks off nude hire bicycle seats
Naturists keep their colony in good odour
Far from gossip mongers and scandal sheets.
Fellows shouldn't be ashamed of their meats
At rampant pheromones they need to sniff,
To connoisseur upturned or downturned teats
They're Womankind's bounty, they're nature's riff.
Around our caravan my missus nude
Mows lawns: agape love shan't be lewd.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Around our caravan my missus nude.
Around our caravan my missus buff.
Around our caravan my missus undressed.

a study toward sonnet #104 by FisherKingKQJ

I've got just twenty months left of me lag,
Beneath me hard bunk I've secreted shanks,
As bandages crepe in this duffel bag-
Immune to screw provocative sick pranks.
To anger management I give gruff thanks,
I respect my dollied up sweet dummy,
As some diversion from hacksaws she ranks,
With acid stamps, she's licks thumbnail yummy.
While I hacked iron bars we two got chummy,
I swear my dummy sweet enjoys a rape;
I won't leave her or our cell stink scummy,
I've matured off dreams of jailbreak escape.
Knotted sheets improvised draught stopper,
Dummy and I common law quite proper.

{3D interactive chorus}

Dummy and I common law quite proper.
Dummy and I common law quite correct.
Dummy and I common law quite right.

[ll1 and 14 matched for typeset. Rhythm corrected
for all the rest. 24/9/05.]

study toward sonnet #103 by FisherKingKQJ

A strap of my frock slips down and I
Don't care to push it back up. A grunt
Escapes his lips. A richter three jigs my
Torso. For a second I exult in my blunt
Warrant over him. A tongue starts its hunt,
To tickle, to trace, to tease and to test,
The hollow of my throat takes the brunt
Of the foray, augmented by a breast.
My knickers I twist off at his behest
A languid whine flees my lips once again
As an aureole and a thigh are caressed
And caressed to the point I'll go insane.
At his kisses my tummy muscles flex
Then tremble for this exquisite apex.

{3D interactive chorus:}

At his kisses my tummy muscles flex.
At his kisses my tummy muscles contract.
At his kisses my tummy muscles tighten.

[ll5 and 14 rewritten for typeset align 18/9/05]

study toward sonnet #102 by FisherKingKQJ

We'd been together three years when I came
Across a note he'd written to his wife.
Was I snooping? Yes. I can't say my aim
Was exact, more confirmation of our life
As clandestine lovers. My feelings rife
Yet secure in my situation as mistress
I cut the envelope with a paperknife.
He confirmed his love, he wanted to stress
The passion, he couldn't wait to undress
Once back home. In between the lines
About me, it seemed, he couldn't care less,
No word of divorce, I'd misread the signs.
Of May December love don't have a bar-
Though I don't regret the flat, clothes or car.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Of May December love don't have a bar.
Of May December love don't have a chunk.
Of May December love don't have a piece.

[l14 rewritten for typeset alignment 18/9/05]

study toward sonnet #101 by FisherKingKQJ

It's strange that we sleep in this morning,
And neither feels a shard of remorse;
She pulls at the duvet, gently warning
To not jest about personal flaws.
At angled venetian blinds sunlight saws,
It dessicates her covert, cobra slim
Curled figure; her eerie sighs give me cause
To think her bleary frown a passing whim.
She sits analytic, primping and prim,
And her long fingernails on my thigh strum,
She says don't dwell, and love isn't so grim,
But by the anomaly I'm struck dumb.
Through vicissitudes I totally desire
Her blue eyes full of tears and Greek fire.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Through vicissitudes I totally desire.
Through vicissitudes I totally lust.
Through vicissitudes I totally want.

The next three hundred sonnets will migrate to variants of the sonnet rhyme scheme to keep the material fresh. I have material for the next fifty ready to pour into the sonnet form.

Love sonnets #101 to #400 to keep the material and rhymes fresh will be two shifts into overdrive.
1. Spenserian sonnet (butterfly)
2. English sonnet (dragonfly)
3. terza sonnet (millipede)

sonnet #100

We sorted soul mates, either good or bad,
Joined mirth at open mike night anecdotes,
We favoured cannelloni, current fad,
Served cold alfresco, balcony near boats.
I blanched at pleated sleeves on bombast pad,
His mother hammered home essential quotes,
Stitched me right into her wedding gown, quite mad,
We hedged a thorny subject, his wild oats.
My digs then were a duplex on my own,
His father crafted me a lift in his car,
A gorgeous girl for his boy went the drone,
With rheumy kisses he yet lowered the bar.
Zoom to now, he zeroes in more zealous,
That new girl doomed, me justly jealous.

(Chorus)

o jealous
o envious
o wanting

sonnet #100 print ready 28.1.10.

Sonnet #99 a study toward, by FisherKingKQJ

Masterworks beneath that Xotheby's mallet,
Distract me none, I've got no time to skite
Beret, brush, smock, easel, knife and palette
Are my walk, Mark Humanzee, stance upright.
Inspired by strokes of cavernous Lascaux,
'Christ's Last Herb Tea Party' picks up license
From mammoth mounted missing links gung ho,
In earlier works, alludes to pounds and pence.
My snob art school live-in likes her rough trade,
I'll push her face down on the plastered bench;
To poachers my upright gait was high grade,
To fellow chimps it only matched my stench.
Monsieur, my rouble period leaves the Louvre
For dust, it's cutting edge uncordoned oeuvre.
(2.2.10. print ready)


{3D interactive chorus:}

o oeuvre
o collection
o works

sonnet # 98

O full moon, whose limed corpses were my cure,
To whom I werewolf now howl open praise,
I've found your garden party, scraps the lure,
From nearby yews and graves I gladly gaze.
I'll wave in windows, win hearts not so pure,
By fast and famine this is early phase,
If plague fleas pricked me werewolf ways,
Again through hair of dog shots I'll endure.
Do your girls foster flattery, pay heed?
Are they peers at plus or minus twenty?
Do they sip heated lemon, lime and mead?
Are they plumped up now from times of plenty?
Do black teeth give way here to those of gold?
And where's the paupers pawnshop put on hold?

(Chorus)

o gold
o auroch
o halo

sonnet #97

Her raven hair was pulled back ponytail,
Her straight cut fringe was pushed to very fore,
I didn't think it wise to ditch or bail,
I wanted him so bad, yet he'd ignore.
I was so breathless, bon mots no avail,
And watched the man I wanted woo that whore,
With features flawless, down to nano scale,
This oddly got me fancying him some more.
Aside, he whispered, touched my tensed up arm,
She's fatuous, famously a femme fatale,
I sank in brief release, a captious calm,
She rubbed his free wrist, poised the mocking pal.
From him a blinding smile, then raised eye brows,
From her, the irritated looks which rouse.

(Chorus)

o brows
o edges
o ridges

edited 8.2.10.

Sonnet #96 by FisherKingKQJ

I stumbled upon some scrawl of sonnet
On a scrap of paper while moving house,
In crumpled hexes of wasp or hornet
And old yearnings it began to arouse.
As a young boy I didn't have the nous
To round the impeccable stanza off
As this chance discovery now allows,
A fusion of females given to scoff.
The Muse has encouraged me to doff
The doubt, to qualify love's chronicle
With a womanly premenstrual trough,
I knew a babe by osmosis just as fickle.
Honey humble bee a sting is a sting,
So mug for me wee stereoscopic thing.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Honey humble bee a sting is a sting.
Honey humble bee a sting is a lance.
Honey humble bee a sting is a needle.

Sonnet # 96 by FisherKingKQJ

I stumbled onto this scrawl of sonnet
On a scrap of paper while moving house,
In crumpled hexes of wasp or hornet
And old yearnings it began to arouse.
As a young boy I didn't have the nous
To round the impeccable stanza off
As this chance discovery now allows,
A fusion of females given to scoff.
The Muse has encouraged me to doff
The doubt, to qualify love's chronicle
With a womanly premenstrual trough,
I knew a babe by osmosis just as fickle.
Honey bumble bee a sting is a sting,
So mug for me wee stereoscopic thing.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Honey bumble bee a sting is a sting.
Honey bumble bee a sting is a lance.
Honey bumble bee a sting is a dart.

[ll1 and 14 matched for typeset 24/9/05.]

Sonnet #95 by FisherKingKQJ


That cell phone chirps out another crisis,
And doctors tote their flybuys to Club Med,
On lithium there's far too much emphasis,
To gay and loving housecalls I've been led.
I hug close this drunk in her single bed,
This Confucian blob whose wedding photos
Depict a slim, teen, her own teeth, self sped
By booze from shy to frequent comatose.
My love's blue gin botanical sweat flows,
To my lips her breasts licorice exude,
Her coriander throat siphons up my nose,
Her juniper earlobes to my tongue glued.
Colleague male nurses snort their poopoo,
Being two faced lovers of a beer shampoo.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Colleague male nurses snort their poopoo.
Colleague male nurses snort their dismiss.
Colleague male nurses snort their loathing.

[Corrected for typeset and rhythm 4/10/05.]

Sonnet #94 by FisherKingKQJ

Perhaps it was a reverie within a reverie:
Above me floated bowls of woven flax,
A cornucopia of almost every
Known seedless fruit, in tidy stacks.

Bananas, grapes, apples, lemons of wax,
Feijoas, jujubes, pawpaw, quince of plastic,
Alike subordinate to parallax
Are one to one aspect yet fantastic.

Can my inner self be so gastric?
Gurus revere musa seedless paradise
Zoroasters too, knew this cultivar stick
Of banana plant, its algebra dice.

Only for your raspberries I reach out,
My love for you is astral, do not doubt.

{3D interactive chorus:}

My love for you is astral, do not doubt.
My love for you is astral, do not impugn.
My love for you is astral, do not query.

Sonnet #94 by FisherKingKQJ

Perhaps, it was a reverie within a reverie:
Above me floated bowls of woven flax,
A cornucopia of almost every
Known fruit and berry, in tidy stacks.

Bananas, grapes, apples, lemons of wax,
Feijoas, jujubes, pawpaw, quince of plastic,
Alike subordinate to parallax
Are one to one aspect yet fantastic.

Can my inner self to be so gastric?
Gurus revere musa seedless paradise
Zoroasters too, knew this cultivar stick
Of banana plant, it's algebra dice.

Only for your raspberries I reach out
My love for you is astral, do not doubt.

{3D interactive chorus:}

My love for you is astral, do not doubt.
My love for you is astral, do not impugn.
My love for you is astral, do not query.

Sonnet #93 by FisherKingKQJ a study toward a rough draft.

The bride wore a short white dress overlaid
With scalloped lace, the groom wore a pressed
Black suit, with sweet Marie the flower maid,
Eve matron of honour, my photos attest.
In the Cayman Islands here he'd accessed
Some opaque company formation laws
A holiday home to relax invest,
The yacht was his and not his in subclause.
To his workaholic life this girl gave pause,
He kissed the fingers of few pretences,
Her sparkling hazel eyes were a just cause
For kisses, he even finished her sentences.
To whirr of camera, dragonfly wings
The couple traded wedding vows and rings.

{3D interactive chorus:}

The couple traded wedding vows and rings.
The couple traded wedding vows and bands.
The couple traded wedding vows and circlets.

Sonnet #92 by FisherKingKQJ

Rosie my darling, the aircurrents ebb
And rise in the lofty beams of the roof
Of your open home, so lilting the web
So tickling a redback upside down, aloof.
A mottled moth stuck in the warp and woof
To arachnid juices starts to acquiesce,
Analgesic and ferment are a spoof
That vints a frantic and congealing cess.
For a flitting and frantic bug under duress
Your flattery decoct has spin and bounce
But paralysis lurks in your largesse
And with your flexible diary you trounce.
A daddy long legs in your elastic
I'm stilted, back to front, and ecstatic.

{3D interactive chorus:}

A daddy long legs in your elastic.
A daddy long legs in your flex.
A daddy long legs in your stretch.

{Editors note: I'm creating a new industry from the bottom up, which takes time. I'm only interested in selling to people who've got money. It's an outrage that the ---- still targets teenagers, who don't work and who don't have money with their Stalinist billboards.}

Sonnet #91 by FisherKingKQJ (rough draft!)

When did I become the girl to go to
For consolation of a broken heart?
I can only guess. I'm some avenue
Of pliant confession for any new start.
An immature boy had upset her cart;
At streaky mascara below her eyes
She dabbed angst rid, I started to impart
Cucumber slice facials, pizzas, allies
Versus romantic love. I tried to surmise
A feeling in our clasped hands. All alike
Are boys, she confided. Not a surprise,
I said faintly, not wanting to sound a dyke.
In mock indignation, I too, took aim,
At boys to avert from her any blame.

{3D interactive chorus:}

In mock indignation, I too, took aim.
In mock indignation, I too, took bead.
In mock indignation, I too, took sights.
[Corrected for typeset and rhythm 4/10/05.]

Sonnet #90 by FisherKingKQJ


By a jaycee we were quickly married,
I the divorcee, he the singleton.
Things are on the boil, he's unharried
By my grown children or grandson.

I'm bucolic, whereas he's homespun
A dry sauterne sipping gourmet cook;
The kitchen utensils I used to shun,
The steel gas oven, act as our love nook.

He's adapted to the marital hook
Without my prejudice and it's a thrill
To refer to him as a husband. It took
A cellar full of merlot to ban that chill.

Inattention was the mistake I made;
Out of muslin bags we draw marmalade.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Inattention was the mistake I made.
Inattention was the mistake I created.
Inattention was the mistake I materialised.

Sonnet #89 by FisherKingKQJ

Through my life a sandtwister of feeling
Swept upon reading the last e mail
From my ex, stirring thoughts to wheeling,
Images of an older him began to assail.
The first two e mails began to regale
The good times which I'd queasily recall,
I woke up to guilty feelings which entail
A secret tryst or rendez vous, a squall
Of excited feelings which cast a pall
On my extant, habitual relationship.
About to write where did he get the gall,
I deleted my last block, paste and snip.
He stormed my tardy e mails passion lacked,
But I wished he hadn't lamely backtracked.

{3D interactive chorus:}

He stormed my tardy e mails passion lacked.
He stormed my tardy e mails passion missed.
He stormed my tardy e mails passion wanted.

Sonnet #88

Maxine fills out songs, day soap operas
Girl hard done by, one whom people bully
For no good reason - I think you're a lass
With sad brown eyes, red hair so unruly.
I'm Downs syndrome, still I live life fully
Despite the mockery, putdown abuse,
I've learnt how to count to ten quite coolly,
Outnumbered ever, I burn one long fuse.
Maxine, after parole, as when you're loose,
When your perjury pickle is distant
At my IHC workshop you might choose
Life as my sweet missus-cum-assistant.
The technical term for me: trisomy,
That mustn't be mixed up with bigamy.

{3D interactive chorus:}

The technical term for me: trisomy.
The technical term for me: mongoloid.
The technical term for me: cretin.

[l13 only line unmodified for typeset
and correct rhythm. Content unchanged.
24/9/05.]

lines to correct: Maxine dear, after parole, when you're loose

and: In the IHC workshop if you choose

Sonnet #87 by FisherKingKQJ

The shelf fillers told me she'd pierced her nose
And putting aside my partial eyesight,
I should look at her really, really close
As my chance of a date with her were slight.
She was a checkout girl of ineffable beauty
Her scanner sparkled a bright red ray,
Close up I scanned the face of my cutie,
Her ruby nose stud sparkles were at play.
I was going to excuse my gammy shorter leg
And to divulge my trolley jockey dreams:
In my hundred e mails I humbly beg
The KGB sear my eyes with laser beams.
My nose bumped her nose, which led
Her to moistly peck me on the forehead.

{3D interactive chorus:}

My nose bumped her nose, which led.
My nose bumped her nose which caused.
My nose bumped her nose which inspired.

Sonnet #86 by FisherKingKQJ rough draft!

Savage mistress, this familiar yet strange
Asphyxiaphilia beats vanilla sex,
Initiates 24/7 power exchange,
So tighten my mask, and paint on latex.
I agree to retifism but play rapes vex,
Are off limits, on cling film I'm insisting
It's clearly a D/s dungeon apex,
I revel in caging and tit twisting.
Dominatrix, tears, sweat commingled sting-
Whip me merciless up to the safe word,
I don't deserve your rimming and fisting,
To your pitying, stern gaze I'm indentured.
Mistress I'm weak, I gasp in your control
I burn to break free of all protocol.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Mistress I'm weak, I gasp in your control.
Mistress I'm weak, I gasp in your authority.
Mistress I'm weak, I gasp in your power.

Sonnet #85 by FisherKingKQJ rough draft!


My friend and I are looking to assuage
Our bar accounts with a secured loan,
You're a tough woman of a certain age,
Your toyboy proclivities are well known.
We think you could bond, perhaps later own
His shaved prostate gland, for more booze.
A liver cyrrhosis, a kidney stone...
We wouldn't stoop to such a wholesale ruse.
A private surgeon's scalpel might unloose
A byzantine tort of unknown corkage,
Of large presentiment, of little use:
My gallbladder I offer as mortgage.
Madam, we adore your single malt scotch
And your fierce unblinking eyes are topnotch.

{3D interactive chorus:}

And your fierce unblinking eyes are topnotch.
And your fierce unblinking eyes are elite.
And your fierce unblinking eyes are primo.

Sonnet #84 by FisherKingKQJ


In the Amsterdam antique dealers loop
With a Maastricht blonde bob sweet as.
Espressos, pannekoeken with stroop
For her, and for me, latte and speculaas.
Emile is on bail for guilders he'd amass
On Noks statuettes and nazi Schloss portraits,
His personal assistant Ingrid here has
Your early look and so ingratiates.
As a chalked hotspot Jordaan canal rates,
Row on row of bikes, houseboats, linden trees;
I'm shipping over to you in the crates:
Louis XV armoires, a Vuitton valise.
Two students we were only yesterday:
Our love was on the way to on the way.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Our love was on the way to on the way.
Our love was on the way to on the path.
Our love was on the way to on the route.

Sonnet #83 by FisherKingKQJ rough draft!

May the fickle world continue to fete
The pushy whom it initially spurns;
I harbour absolutely no regret,
In my heart of hearts no ambition burns.
I don't puzzle the archetype who yearns
For status and wealth. I can't divine sooks
From heroes, only hindsight regroups, discerns
The portent in the tea leaves, on the books.
I ponder no more debonair crooks
More assured than I, as was Ben Seigal
Whose elegant suits, trilby, dimpled looks
Eclipsed the screen idols who were legal.
Our sudden love was a fait accompli:
Your germinal smiles fate accompany.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Our sudden love was a fait accompli.
Our sudden love was a done deal
Our sudden love was a matter of fact.

Sonnet #82 by FisherKingKQJ rough draft!

Unlike the other man I can't ignore
Regressive or unchanging entities:
The legless whales, the gristle sharks or
The insect tonne of selective disease...
My love for you is not a bombast tease,
To other girls you inspire no compare,
Nice as they are they can do as they please,
Mine are the permed curls of golden hair.
Leave me then to doctor a script: I care
To praise you as far as a friend of a friend,
Against a foe I can encrypt and declare
Your beauty, to offend and to defend.
When my flattery of you is so faint
It's aura shields your attributes in a feint.

{3D interractive chorus:}

When my flattery of you is so faint.
When my flattery of you is so opaque.
When my flattery of you is so vague.

Sonnet #81 by FisherKingKQJ




The car's at the garage for a repair
I'm sitting on a steel bus shelter bench:
At a larger than life ad poster I stare,
Bemused by the rain and hail drench.
I let an Air Singapore hostess fix
My troubles: visas, hepshots are niggles,
Her dizzy smiles, her buxom cuddles nix
My heart into realms of pouts and wiggles.
Barefoot, arm in arm at the Thinith feast
We walk across red hot coals for Kali,
European ideals giddied by the East
In her supersymmetric features rally.
Air Singapore hostess you're a dream,
A rich chocolate Haagen Daz icecream.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Air Singapore hostess you're a dream.
Air Singapore hostess you're a fantasy.
Air Singapore hostess you're a reverie.

Sonnet #80 by FisherKingKQJ


Midnight: the luminous blue bow wake
Now lifts from a milky white sea of algae
And white and blue waves at the stern rake
In sparkling plaits under the moon agree.
I sense so and so's owe her an apology
I sense in her a need to settle a score.
Is this the Carribean cruise apogee?
I told the first mate I'd like to know more
About the woman in the cabin-next-door,
The glowing red cigarette tip anglerfish.
I'm a pufferfish, for me less is always more,
To feel her brush past is my secret wish.
Two fish flitting past each other at night
Estranged and yet bioluminescent bright.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Estranged and yet bioluminescent bright.
Estranged and yet bioluminescent radiant.
Estranged and yet bioluminescent shining.

Sonnet #79 by FisherKingKQJ

My love, I can only offer a modicum
Of platitudes, such catalysts unnerve-
The sugar pill is weighted with bland gum,
Less a skid, more a distributed swerve.
Again, you're mesmerised by the verve
Of instant gratification. In a limbo
Your centripetal beliefs race the curve,
The gas pedal full bore, arms akimbo.
But Time is a self healing placebo
And you cannot refute the centre prong
Of our debate: rash blunders in a bimbo
Are comic, but in middleage, plain wrong.
As we talk my mind might elsewhere skulk
But my love and body are yours in bulk.

{3D interactive chorus:}

But my love and body are yours in bulk.
But my love and body are yours in host.
But my love and body are yours in matter.

[These sonnets are "beta" and part of the security and health industries. At the entrance to the 3D interactive movie theatre the detectors are for concealed weapons AND for concealed cancer tumours. At the exit the detectors use sonic pulses to boost the immune system. FisherKingKQJ believes in home diagnostics across wireless intranets, as well.]

Sonnet #78 by FisherKingKQJ rough draft!

You're a dainty, demure hermaphrodite
Whose cheeks are soft, smooth, a trifle too pink,
Your titters and your toothy smiles delight,
To macho gestures asynchronously link.
Your diplomatic gifts melancholy sink,
You're never by whimsy tart then syrup,
Oft whelmed by tribulations, you don't shrink
From bonhomie, comedy you stir up.
Your fused labia are nature's rare hiccup,
A private collection bespoke adored.
You're a pretty shrewd cosmetic closeup
So by microscopic bitches abhorred.
You are my sweet and constant chimera
Who mugs demurely for my portrait camera.

{3D interactive chorus:}

You are my sweet and constant chimera.
You are my sweet and constant hybrid.
You are my sweet and constant mosaic.

Sonnet #77 by FisherKingKQJ

Twenty on twenty years renew your bones,
They're reborn down to the bright red marrow;
Your vague memories the graveyard owns,
You yearn for yourself, a young imago.

Your eyes are sunken, your skin is sallow,
The flesh hangs loose on your arms, your chin sags,
And lines stitch your lippied pout; you allow
For birth and death yet the quizz of pain nags.

Yet sometimes time speeds, sometimes time drags
I know this mysterious, wild sadness wells
Up your tears at your milestones and flags,
But I believe there's a smile in your stem cells.

Estragen and the plastic surgeon's knife
My love, free the butterfly of endless life.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Estragen and the plastic surgeon's knife.
Estragen and the plastic surgeon's dirk.
Estragen and the plastic surgeon's poniard.



Editor's note: if you look hard at a Spenserian sonnet such as this you might see a butterfly and live forever.

Sonnet #76 by FisherKingKQJ

My love, you are a despot, you are cruel
When twenty four seven of you I think,
I bide the time and gobble the thin gruel,
Your haughty, intense gaze is a sharp kink.
My balanced twenty twenty love is level
We can't battle the traits we inherit,
But in our reigned in faults we can revel;
Ten thirty fawning loves deserve less merit.
I loathe other beauties of kin renown,
At your catty rivals and friends I lour,
Your skinglow takes the eugenics crown...
Might you savour my critique a touch sour?
I wish I could my love for you rescind:
You love a partial sight, but I'm not blind.

{3D interactive chorus:}

I wish I could my love for you rescind.
I wish I could my love for you reclaim.
I wish I could my love for you revoke.

Sonnet #75 by FisherKingKQJ


In front of dresser mirror moods aligned
As we each puff a big tobacco pipe
Hers briar and mine clay pleasure bent of mind
As we imbibe the sauternes fully ripe
Her shoes are shiny leather spit and wipe
Her jacket grey tweed little lapels flat
Her bowler black a match to silk cravat
A pocket watch in vest of silver stripe
I wear the same as she I idolise
The Enfield rifles specify the biggest bore
And killing malthouse sparrows stands our chore
The blaze of bullets cuts them down to size
Sir Esvjas Nzist hired us to liquidate
The woozy sparrows set on booze estate
Chorus liquidate destroy vanquish

sonnet #74 by KQJ

Ill brave big Sandows body culture gym
Ill line the leopardskin spot togs he flogs
In cheval mirrors skinny side of slim
Ill skip the warm up stuff the circuit jogs
I sigh as men hoist weights Id wage on whim
I whoop as cartwheels whizz wide men as cogs
I get the stitch and calf cramps interim
A stick out sternum scab asserts hard slogs
Waxed Whiskers noted zero skill yet zeal
Proposed a massage punishing to end
He whacked his fist edge raised a reddish weal
Then over me he hung press ups no bend
Historic place Leys building brick and gild
Ill guess in future books and bodybuild
Chorus gild gilde vergulde

Sonnet #73 by FisherKingKQJ

Dear Dicky, my quick remedy can save
You from your gross auto erotic bane
The victim needn't be pushed to the grave
Or madhouse by unprovoked semen drain.
As in Health for the Manly I explain:
Excesses of hot youth are a disease.
Even of he men who in the gymn train,
Who lift above, drop big dumbbells with ease.
Your knickerbockers down you say felt queer;
In the pee jar sediment lies white fleece;
My diagnosis is: chronic spermorrhea.
Sip salix nigra three times daily, please.
If you send me ten pounds sterling, mister,
I won't blab your deeds to dad or sister.

{3D interactive chorus:}

If you send me ten pounds sterling, mister.
If you send me ten pounds sterling, pat.
If you send me ten pounds sterling, sir.

{Corrected rhythm and typeset 5/12/05.}

Sonnet #72 by FisherKingKQJ


Doctor Proctor, old facts are quite scanty,
I fall asleep and snore when I go limp
Sandwiched by whores in a sly grog shanty,
I'm sotted by harlots and a publican pimp.
I'm tired now and on hot square meals I skimp...
Doctor Proctor, will the big scab remiss?
You shoot alum into my cock, you crimp,
You repeat the scare word parasyphilis.
Damaged spinal cord, brain, what talk is this?
With scalpel and meths you stem a chancroid?
You prescribe a cocaine syrup numbing bliss,
You advise a month I women avoid.
Into your Queens Arcade practise we come
From a gumfield for your magic nostrum.

{3D interactive chorus:}

From a gumfield for your magic nostrum.
From a gumfield for your magic elixir.
From a gumfield for your magic potion.

{Rhythm and typeset corrected5/12/05.]

Sonnet #71 by FisherKingKQJ

Your musical career has come to nought,
Time has proved you copiously mediocre,
Oblivion has staved off what you wrought,
Your fiftysecond card you've turned a joker.
I've a true love who supports my music,
It's her passion, she doesn't play a note,
A passion aside crotchet, stave and rubric
And on her small mysterious moves I dote.
In the wrinkles of your pursed lips lie sneers
I'm silent: condolence you want to hear.
Fisherking heals his friends, neighbours, peers,
Not fame but immortality is heir.
My love tugs my sleeve to bid you adieu,
I spend one nod on your duff notes in lieu.

{3D interactive chorus:}

My love tugs my sleeve to bid you adieu.
My love tugs my sleeve to bid you farewell.
My love tugs my sleeve to bid you goodbye.

Sonnet #70 by FisherKingKQJ


Dull is this work with posser and dolly stick,
And frills, goffers, pleats invite box iron singe.
I had more fun sucking a boozed gent's dick,
Or twingeing rasping goatee on my minge.
The matron was a shoulder to cry on:
She said domestic work might be my reprieve-
I've options, now: ball iron, egg iron, sleeve iron
For smoothing out bonnet, bustle and sleeve.
True: I've studied Mrs Beeton's dirty laundry.
True: I was impure, lewd, low and discreet
But the small world has left me in a quandary:
What if the needs of a client's wife I meet?
Do you think I'll get some work reference
From gentlemen who paid me pretty pence?

{3D interactive chorus:}

From gentlemen who paid me pretty pence?
From gentlemen who paid me pretty dosh?
From gentlemen who paid me pretty lolly?

Sonnet #69 by FisherKingKQJ

In my white drill sailor suit I'm such a card,
Conductors and drivers don't take umbrage:
Around the east Custom st horsetram yard
I like to play hooky from the orphanage.
I slunk behind her in the last horsetram:
Otherwise empty were the roller seats.
The conductor blushed, he told me to scram...
I snuck back and I watched him suck her teats.
My love of her symmetries I'd plead:
Her chestnut plaits, her cheeks a rosy bloom,
Her bike coat and rational of grey tweed,
Blackboots, fawn gaitors, a straw hat, a plume.
To watch my love make love gives me solace:
I've learnt one lesson this summer solstice.

{3D interactive chorus:}

To watch my love make love gives me solace.
To watch my love make love gives me comfort.
To watch my love make love gives me relief.

{l14 extended for final typeset. 5/12/06}

Sonnet #68 by FisherKingKQJ

My research trawls Fort st fallen sisters
For the learned social science journal Truth:
The sweaty painted face which glisters
Shows us the bestial instinct of youth.
The parents were genetically infirm,
So for magdalens sex is a passion;
They unbutton pantaloons, then they squirm,
They succumb...and ad hoc at last cash in.
I note: cotton drawers bleached, static rustle.
I finger: round the vulva copious nerves.
Under flamboyant curvaceous bustle
This hirsute organ insolent lust serves.
Some gossips do call my research nonsense...
No, no! It's a lab at large of conscience.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Some gossips do call my research nonsense.
Some gossips do call my research gibberish.
Some gossips do call my research twaddle.

{Corrected rhythm and typeset 5/12/05.}

Sonnet #67 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm one of the grubby Magdalen lasses
Who troll and game Durham st for a lay:
Behind a warehouse full of molasses,
Amidst the privies, the barrels, or on a dray.
For brown felt bowler hats or pince nez
My taffeta petticoat and sweeper
Go up, my satin boots, my thighs splay:
Anonymous ruts are faster or deeper.
Apart from a drayman who's a peeper
They're all just tweed trousers and lemon gloves,
They shudder and faint for the Grim Reaper,
Such is the chemistry twixt me and my loves.
A shilling buys a cut plug of opium-
A tamp beyond society's oppobrium.

{3D interactive chorus:}

A tamp beyond society's oppobrium.
A tamp beyond society's condemnation.
A tamp beyond society's denunciation.

Sonnet #66 by FisherKingKQJ

An act of Parliament has spelled adieu
To bordellos and harlots and bawds:
The constable says he's got little to do
But nab shoplifters and grapple their hoards.
Percy Plutocrat set me up solo,
He leased me the tobacco shop premises,
Whole toasted leaf, stacked tins in the window,
I swear lusty wives are my nemeses.
I'm twentyfive, olive complexioned and plump:
To the backroom I'll sign a leering scamp,
Where bouncing off my bare bum he might pump
And peruse nude paintings and rising damp.
My fee is two shillings for a short time,
Two pounds if you want a night sublime.

{3D interactive chorus:}

My fee is two shillings for a short time.
My fee is two shillings for a short period.
My fee is two shillings for a short spell.

Sonnet #65

I'm a gloves and collar fancyman flesh tout,
I love to book my sweet three shilling harlot-
I'll tweak an idling punter by the snout
Toward unbuttoned pantaloons and slot.
I'll shout a bloke a closing time gin shot
And bring him back to a red Queen st hut-
My missus doesn't care for looks a jot
So his crown I'll cosh if he calls her a slut.
While he grunts, while his eyes are squinted shut
His claypipe I might plug and loudly puff,
I try his shirt if he's same size round the gut,
If he's muscled I'll stroke her pale grey muff.
At the chainstitch treadle she works up a sweat
By day but moonlights an unlaced corset.

{3D interactive chorus:}

At the chainstitich treadle she works up a sweat.
At the chainstitch treadle she works up a hidrosis.
At the chainstitch treadle she works up a perspiration.

Sonnet #64a by FisherKing KQJ

Those soiled doves have earnt me good cash,
Polish well pier glass, the black grand piano;
Some of the diggers are handsome and rash:
Thirty shillings for two whores buys one halo.
Breast uppers nude, silk flounces, satin bow,
Stays tight tied to stress the waist and bosom,
Traps for eyes of men cashed up and callow:
Queen st home of assignation in sum.
My favourite Sarah turned age thirty glum,
Would take in washing, so making ends meet,
Got pregnant, so she quit for marriage mum
With a rube both sentimental and sweet.
Myself, I made the elite shift to bawd:
Still unjugged, like a chairman of the board.

{3D interactive chorus:}

o $10,000,000 bawd
o $10,000,000 madam.
o $10,000,000 pander.

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

Two of the rhymes in #64 need to be changed to rum/mum-
at the moment it's an accidentally bastardised Spenserian/English sonnet.

Sulla, Dictator of Rome

Watch your friend earn a million dollars as lead punter!

Paid work for everyone at your local cinema!

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

Sonnet #63 by FisherKingKQJ

This life of sexual abstinence began
In summer of '01; one short bike ride
The vicar changed me into puritan:
Boy's spilt seed decreed a homicide.
Emission nocturnal could be defied
By regimentalised, serene pure thoughts,
My seed reabsorbed by organs way inside:
Girls boobs arrear two arithmetic noughts.
Still, girls soft tingled in my worsted shorts:
I gave Mr Hare my one pound sterling
For electric bath self abuse disports,
Nipple electrodes, hot steam puffs swirling.
Delivering by butcherboy black bike,
I tell wee giggling harridans go hike.

{3D interactive chorus:}

o $10,000,000 bike
o $10,000,000 cycle
o $10,000,000 pushbike

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

Delivering by butcherboy black bike.
Delivering by butcherboy black bicycle.
Delivering by butcherboy black cycle.

Sonnet #62 by FisherKingKQJ

In a parked puce Maserati sports car
He primps bleached sparse hair, he tilts sunglasses,
Just for me he clicks the passenger door ajar:
He decries poofs who goose busboy arses.
Uptight lifestyle he deemed to recant-
The trenchcoat and tie and shirt were obscene,
He'd sold on the silver service restaurant
For lazy lines of methamphetamine.
He pulls down the undies on the fellow
At the top of the same kingsized waterbed,
Rhetorically he asks: Feeling mellow?
I'm paralysed, I've got a pain in the head.
When your love is down and chances are thin
You can count on a smarmy mickey finn.

{3D interactive chorus:}

When your love is down and chances are thin.
When your love is down and chances are meagre.
When your love is down and chances are scant.

Sonnet #61 by FisherKingKQJ

We scramble up the wet wharf groynes and piles
Embossed by rock oysters and black mussels
A pillbox crab with sponge on head beguiles-
Behind blue anemones he scuttles.
My love bites and sucks out some tainted blood
From a fine gash just above my left knee
My glistening thigh caked in sand and mud
Streams ruddy but I have no memory.
We look at purple rib mussel clusters
And we suspect their hard razor sharp lips-
The tethered dinghy bobs, seabreeze blusters-
A mauve starfish a limpet grinds and grips.
My love says we're fortunate to admire
The diced antibiotics of the vampire.

{3D interactive chorus:}

My love says we're fortunate to admire.
My love says we're fortunate to esteem.
My love says we're fortunate to regard.


summer 1971

Sonnet #60 by FisherKingKQJ

Lord octopus blushes a dapple pink
Of algae posied on coralline turf,
He blacks a moray eel with clouding ink
And scrabbles away on plumes of surf.
A seethrough prawn enters on tippytoe:
She vaunts an eyepatch on her backside,
She's roiled by undercurrent billow,
She's resigning the rockpool at hightide.
Our friend the hermit crab looks for balance
His larger pincer shows credited bias,
A tanaid in a shell makes acquaintance
So imitation isn't quite as bad as....
My love says only a fuddy-duddy
Might nitpick his redhead's naturestudy.

{3D interactive chorus:}

My love says only a fuddy-duddy.
My love says only an old-fogey.
My love says only a pensioner.