Revised sonnet #80

Once night time luminous that whitish wake

Of algae from the slashing bow I see

The sparkling plaits of same off stern at lee

Undo a deal as foaming water rake

On land I lolled alone I felt a fake

I set the sailor final question more

Of woman sobbing cabin down one door

The sailor sussed their cruise as make or break

A fag tip flickers shes an anglerfish

Im drawn on draw a pufferfish in awe

To squeeze on past the wedded woman wish

Ill puff out chest all butterflies in craw

I bumble by bioluminescent light

The moon and stars on foil for fools a white

Chorus light glow radiance

 

Revised sonnet #79

Youll filter flattery take modicum

Of platitudes in silence show your nerve

The sugar pill is dealt to keep you dumb

And visible and not to dull your verve

Ive watched you closely both your pal and perv

Youve got a lovely match of boobs and bum

That doesnt differ when youre chuffed or glum

I can assure you loyalty know Ill serve

Youve made a mess identical to last

Its fault of character a fate I fear

Ill whisper what exclusively you hear

And once erased that may miss metal cast

I wonder whether its an evil spell

The error fixes fast you do as well

Chorus spell enchantment invocation

Revised sonnet #78

Hailed off higher plane a pure hermaphrodite

Youre certified I see you could cop cut

Your balls retract till theyre required to jut

Theres little drag your pelvis flap for flight

I like our little cabin crew tonight

Im dazzled by three sets of boobs and butt

The cutie feminine Ive seen in smut

The cougar masculine Ive found in fright

I wind to dusky lights off dimmer switch

You pilot automaton party course

The cutie cautious works out which is which

The cougar callous brings to privates force

Theres something odd about the state of us

These lights and moans are low I mustnt fuss

Chorus us uns oss

 

Revised sonnet #77

Your hips are like a hidden butterfly

Theyve lurched you immortality via luck

The osteoporosis insidious snuck

You fell you snapped a hip you didnt die

The private surgeon was a greedy guy

And pitched you extra metal extra buck

Youd weather whoopy better romp and ruck

Youd pass as female long last leave the lie

Youre next to normal snip of hair and nails

Old black eye lashes baffle never fade

You pencil kohl around them serious shade

You bide the banisters and grip their rails

You felt in gut the pitch all flattery

You said yes gut itself earth battery

Chorus flattery compliment plaudit

Revised sonnet #76

My love youre sweet or sour youre kind or cruel

I catch upon your cheeky shrug or wink

Your little laugh and giggle further fuel

Your haughty gaze exaggerates my slink

You shouldnt shutter natures larger gifts

To kill off whats in context lesser flaw

Id rather suffer sometimes rippling rifts

Myself Im weird in weirs in common law

Ive quit the beauty narrowly Ive known

Your rudest rival who affects a lour

I dont ask why afraid it would empower

Ill leave you should I find a fresher clone

Im filter riddled where youre blinker framed

I love that biased view but youre sort of gamed

Chorus framed enclosed hemmed

Revised sonnet #75

In front of dresser looking glass assigned

Our sauterne copper coloured fully ripe

I look lots like her lest you pan out blind

I love her style and she accepts I swipe

Her shoes are black and brown a two tone type

Her blouse is white its collar flat and winged

Her cap is black its edge a silver stripe

Her coat is navy blue till aqua ringed

If given guns and shells enough in bore

To stamp out sparrows malt house pests of late

Then we assault the pests in contract chore

That grain at risk is safe to germinate

Sir Esvjas Nzist claps us pleased as punch

A bird in bloody bits it meant to munch

Chorus punch cuff thump

Revised sonnet #74

I strut through Sandows body culture gym

Thats me in cheetah print on tightest togs

In cheval mirrors skinny side of slim

I coast through warm up stuff the circuit jogs

A man hoists weights to build up every limb

The cartwheels whizz wide fingers seeming cogs

Im scared of stitch and cramp this interim

Ive made a start on sixteen weeks of slogs

Waxed Whiskers said Id zero skill yet zeal

Anxiety marred the growth of muscle bulk

Hed mentor me I neednt sob or sulk

At massage slap and squeeze I didnt reel

He did a one arm push up dont you know

As mime a boob in cupped hand saw it so

Chorus know grasp realise

Revised sonnet #73

Dear Dicky social intercourse you crave

You suffer self abuse you bow to bane

The victim neednt visit early grave

Afflicted by insidious semen drain 

In Manly Health youd find I much explain

That self abuse as well assaults the brave

And physically fit of muscle gain

Those who in gyms in fact to weights are slave

Your knickerbockers down a bright idea

The pee jar fills exhibits floating gunk

Thats creamy chronic spermorrhea

It disappears if salix nigras drunk

You send a further pound a piddling sum

I wont inform the worried dad or mum

Chorus sum amount tally

Revised sonnet #72

True Doctor Proctor mines a novel knack

I fall asleep unloaded loll off limp

I haunt an inner city sly grog shack

Its jovial publican at close turns pimp

On proper prophylactics might I skimp

A hanky wrapped around tip stem and sack

A hair tie rolled to base your harlots crimp

Id sometime squirt unraveled forth and back

Identified you say its parasyphilis

And women folk I should the while avoid

The chemists cocaine syrup scripted bliss

The first time swabbed I salve to haemorrhoid

Up stairs or lift adjacent balustrade

Your surgery address at Queens Arcade

Chorus balustrade balaustrada balistrad

Revised sonnet #71

Your fantasy elitism lent you nought

Your soul a sop to Satan special guest

You rounded out the numbers like the rest

You missed the point of pyramid you sought

In world of wealth you worshipped bottleneck

The sparkling folk around you shared your shine

You peaked and plunged on pyramid in line

You lost to gigolos yelled what the heck

The crash test dummy Satan set your god

You gave up ghost thats bottom gears to him

Yet he aspired to rest your ride turned gym

The statuettes made of gold you gave the nod

You value Satans glory very vain

Yourself in misted mirror do disdain

Chorus vain conceited narcissitic

pharaoh = fairy, fiery custodian of crematorium

upper fairy corpse burner

lower fairy rubbish incinerator

what are fairies? full of hot air

what do fairies ferry? neither here nor there

pyramid = fired fairy mud

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Revised sonnet #70

On floating clothes I smack a dolly stick

In frills and pleats the fear is box iron singe

Id rather suck a drunken diggers dick 

Id rather mint it minding my own minge

The matron put in place a plan to leave

In laundry kit youd learn to earn your keep

The bustle cuff and sleeve at weight of weave

Egg ball and sleeve irons rid of wrinkles deep

Ive studied Mrs Beetons brilliant book

A wifes exacting standards I more than meet

I thump the tub to champion suds and heat

I ponder luck and not embarrassed look

I miss the laid on gin and pretty pence

Those gentlemen of covert consequence

Chorus pence cents rupees

Revised sonnet #69

A standard sailor suit Id wear a card

The whistling driver drove on never fussed

I liked to case the humming horse tram yard

Id sit so still concerned conductors sussed

Id slink inside a horse tram dead of dusk

Id study making whoopee strokes turned sighs

Off roller seats arose their sensual musk

Those massaged mammaries Id memorise

The honey hair the cheeks of rosy bloom

The cycle riding coat in black and gray

The tilted hat its veil and pheasant plume

The boots on shoulders his the thighs that splay

To orphanage I would then wander back

In hooky nature study risk of smack

Chorus back ritorno terug

Revised sonnet #68

I chase as social scientist sometime sleuth

The fallen Fort St sisters story line

The blush of coloured cheeks a gory wine

The lighting soft and stark in total Truth

If parents simply spread the genes infirm

If sluts to fate awake assert themselves

Investigative journalism there delves

I wring the hands afraid of flimsiest germ

I reckon blame on Randolph clitoris

Your nibbled nipples decadent hors doeuvres

That vulva vague you finger buried nerves

As culprits calibrate theyre hit or miss

To press the cotton drawers and pantaloons

Of classy whores an inkling silver spoons

Chorus pantaloons pantalonger pantaloni

 

Revised sonnet #67

A Magdalen I am the clothes of class

I loiter Durham St I pitch a lay

Arrear the building brick and glass and brass

Upon the cedar deck of empty dray

The cutest mule youll mount I say and bray

He raises skirt and petticoat to peep

The satin boots I stomp apart to splay

He drops his pants at once he plunges deep

A monocle or pince nez secret keep

He doesnt recognise his dirty doves

The passersby to queer conclusions leap

His style the bowler walking stick and gloves

You bank the money when you catch your breath

You cream the city life in little death

Chorus breath puff wind

Revised sonnet #66

The Parliament act pushes prudish view

It hustles bawds and harlots underground

It gives the constable a clever clue

The spate of break ins beyond a pubic mound

Tobacco shop is set up Percys front

The smokescreen serves to waiver wives

To stogy connoisseurs I pander blunt

That pressure puts a prick in braggart lives

Ill bat all butts to storage room out back

To sniff at cigarettes or shredded leaf

I sell them doggie style its bucking brief

Theyre not aligned to suck at swinging rack

Two shillings buys you smoko quickie fun

Two guineas buys you holidays all done

Chorus fun merriment sport

Revised sonnet #65

A fancy man on make and former lout

In gloves and collar wife the casual whore

Ill pull an idling punter by the snout

Jerk her unfettered pantaloons to fore

He owns a pipe Ill light its plug and puff

He owns a shirt same size as me in cut

Ill put it on and pluck at crease and fluff

The while they kiss arrear a curtain shut

His crown Ill clap if critical of look

His balls Ill kick at whiff of wild romance

A second pound allows him bowwow stance

Ive shouted shots of gin at barroom nook

The day job seamstress shell sew a blouse

In even stitches small suspicion rouse

Chorus blouse blose bluse

Revised sonnet #64a

The dirty doves earn me quite decent cash

Their bosoms squeezed in frame of flounce and bow

Their stays their waists indent on loop of lash

To cheeks the rouge applies a gorgeous glow

Queen st address the building borders flash

All walks of life the punters high and low

Though diggers staple sort as slaves to gash

The shillings clink the wine and whiskey flow

Our dove Elizabeth turned thirty glum

And worked as washer woman made ends meet

A punter overlapped and cleaned the sheet

They married happy shes a model mum

I left the life at thirty three turned bawd

In pass of prime I prove as good as flawed

Chorus bawd madam procuress

Revised sonnet #63

A spell of sexual abstinence the plan

In summer since the vicar stands in guide

I tentatively turn to puritan

The spill of seed a potent homicide

Your legs in slumber sweat you spread out wide

To dry your balls your dreams a female find

The succubus inserts as phony bride

Your member milks you thrash the tightest grind

Just Mr Hares invention makes you pure

The nipple clip electrodes pulse you sane

You issue muscles sexual dream disdain

Your postal order pound invests its cure

A butchers boy on bike I carry meat

To homes of local girls I like to greet

Chorus meat brawn  flesh

Revised sonnet #62

He tilts rosy sunglasses soon sees me

Raises revs of latest Naserati

We agree to speed to private party

He taps my thigh his tone tends to breezy

His ascent as chef one far off easy

Diners drummed in cream of arty farty

Silver service restaurant evincing hearty

Salmon sautéed neither dry or greasy

Other duvet wraps a drowsy fellow

Brain alive yet limbs immobilized are

Sort of looks a lecher lolling mellow

Queers coccooned are we the parallels jar

Truth to tell Im never really picky

What a sneak to turn to slip a mickey

Chorus picky choosy fussy