Revised sonnet #1577
I guessed youd gang up gung ho gather gall
And me flame friendly foe in fierce bow fire
Between you two I hedge insane desire
I thrive on girlish disingenuous thrall
I see you hold him hard in mall or stall
He leads you love drunk his eyes admire
You publicly in private things are dire
I sense you sob I sense a smack of wall
He stays aloof a minute too too long
Unloading fine you near a fawning me
Hes flicked far from you then hes weak and strong
A saintly saboteur whos sprung you free
Its naive Ive nourished nice you valued cheap
You grope at gist of me I sense down deep
Chorus cheap budget economy