Revised sonnet #1501
Ill wear two wipes of shadow less as more
A tight tank top and faded part torn jeans
Ill document the farmers market scenes
In coffee breaks awake to pickers lore
I love you kind of not to very core
Our kind of couple squirms its modest means
To petulance and brilliant bicker leans
A monied marriage beckons future fore
A widow aunt told me young folk are peers
Youre better matched in love to same age man
You pack your punnets gap year where you can
A latitude of summer sweat stink squares
We bundled straw the while white sunshine blazed
And sipped at night that cider jar or lazed
Chorus blazed parched scorched