Revised sonnet #1532
Youre plump and underwear elastic pinch
Those frumpy frocks the momentary fix
You wont wear knee tall boots till legs are sticks
Down sizes nine and eight youd wind the winch
I clasp your moods youre farthest from a cinch
Your smiles show white teeth pearls allow lip licks
Yet how you hurt this heart its notions nix
I love the less than perfect pounds to inch
Your locks are like a mass of fine twirled gold
You wear a florid frock that serves as foil
To folds of fat it keeps out winter cold
It hints at summer salads cooled in oil
On Caffjes statues stamps of gold act patch
Your spare tyre sucks yet its a buddy match
Chorus patch bit scrap