Revised sonnet #1623
Contrarian shell shun pigeon hole or box
Shell take a tangent line and twist a fate
Shell plunge in plangent then alleviate
She sympathises sore she soon just mocks
I love her style her knee high stocking socks
The backless blouses beads and eyes hold straight
The retro chic of berets dipped of late
I praise she shrugs she says they're rough as rocks
And if I say how sad she seems she'll smile
And say no far off from the simple truth
And then extend me her giggling guile
Or punch my shoulder softly sham uncouth
She warms when close or far off winks a blink
I'll draw her true the dots all virtual link
Chorus blink flutter tremor