sonnet So sad I swam

So sad I swam inside a gold fish bowl
Excuses she squeaked selfish made me sore
I cried as sex was analysed a chore
Agreed as moot on tap what rigmarole
As she approved of honesty Id pour
Out my hurt heart and hedonism extol
Id blurt on out escape a grounded goal
Id cuss at rag day rage Id stick an oar
I got a gold fish prize pet called it quits
I crush in crumb on crumb on crumb on crumb
And she hauls her big belly nice and numb
Along bowl bottom gorgeous gorging grits
She mouths at me a silent simple kiss
I pucker my own lips in love zip amiss
Chorus kiss kus kysse