Revised sonnet #511
My girl unnerved of late inclined to nag
And bold in bearing shell abruptly boss
My pauses suffered shell talk through the lag
Im laryngitis free I fret at loss
Her list of former lovers proves harsh snag
I fear inside our paths in future cross
I find her sickly sweet at covert brag
Id rather gorge too fast on candy floss
Her cloak Ill clasp and carry room to room
As stalking steed encourage stare and freeze
Her barbs and needles cause trapped folk unease
Around the corner bends her bitchy boom
Accustomed not to partner rivalry
Her champion stand I sunk in chivalry
Chorus rivalry antagonism contest