Revised sonnet #1565
I watch walks she I suck a cigarette
I ponder prettiness and furtive fail
Eyes modest dip in lids eyes mine unmet
I blink at citrus scent Id more inhale
I wonder why young girls are hard to get
I lean on painted plaster work and rail
I catch the giggling girls all pals Id bet
The bevy beauties one to one the scale
A shade of former self no flabby waist
The weight wane sudden lithe I feel and light
The gumption grows I peg it passage rite
I wonder why I wax averse to haste
So she slinks back a lighter begs of sir
Valiantly vivacious whod hit on her?
Chorus sir fellow mister