Revised sonnet #1645
I aimed his arse one funny towel hard flick
It got him good avenged his chinese burn
His toe hit me an under table kick
Ice cubes inside his collar thing hed earn
We laughed and cringed on each lowly trick
We wondered wise in woe when would he learn
I gauged our gender frisson void of click
A blitz of fondling fizzled found adjourn
In chat I champion true I blurt and mug
His foibles sayings and skirmishes its nub
Our staff room sink and its electric jug
And drainer stand as my informants hub
What wild womans our big boy busy booing?
What wayward waifs he properly pursuing?
Chorus booing catcalling jeering