Revised sonnet #1663
Held him a hundred bucks hunch hed heave her
That went off well I sold the gigolo
I put my paws on her all good to go
She stood a babe in bribes shelled as it were
Then her young features froze me ere Id err
She simply didnt fancy further woe
She satisfied the clinch in wriggling slow
There was a cuter chick it did occur
Statuesque soul soon squared up airyfairy
She spoke a verse about a nodding knight
A wellworn warrior who could champion right
Worthwhile wench why am I warm and wary?
Throne seated since thawed now shes prone to please
I grind my gargoyle head on her knocked knees
Chorus please delight gratify