Revised sonnet #366
You flatter foe through charming little looks
A frown of fury would impiously crease
Your brow above the eyes and carve in nooks
Inform a mask immobile sculptors piece
And we appear an uncle next to niece
In demimonde of crime the dirtier deal
You look to flog off what I look to fleece
I giant you pixie remnant races real
In catacombs of Paris dark appeal
The bones of humans plied in piles are dry
The skeletons of monks about to squeal
Eugenic giants and pixies reason why
Its wise you wear tall heels I bend at knees
Youre not that small Im not that big at ease
Chorus knees joelhos rodillas
