Revised sonnet #1506
The last wifes father is one cunning cop
The covert cameras in lamps of pall
In ceiling plaster peeling down the hall
Im fed to him through loopy feeds non stop
Outfoxing him I serve up signal drop
I gag a satellite thwart x ray gall
I don a shield of shrink wrap shirt and shawl
Tin foil in cotton cap a jamming prop
The last wifes work vocation solo mum
I shouldnt have appeared and grinned that long
As she sponged babys bald and dinky dong
The fifteen grand awarded scorching sum
I pleaded guilty peepers just to hush
Im down to dozen dollars ex that flush
Chorus hush quiet mute