Revised sonnet #1570A
Whats mortified our gangly gangsters molls
Since glory day thats merely leap year last?
Theyre boney broads on diets who dwindle fast
Our bosom buddies fitting casket holes
Whats petrified our dainty living dolls
Since gloryday thats merely moon whole past?
In mountain microclimates overcast
Theyve braided beards of heightened holy souls
The pitcher plant and venus fly trap pong
To fill all kinds of curious bugs will flit
The ants in pool die docked in funnel pit
The flies in drool die locked in lashes long
Heaven vaunts just hole in one golf courses
Mobsters dears dwell on odd fashion forces
Chorus courses paths routes