Revised sonnet #381
Inspired and reanimated crochets sneak
Their way off finger flicks till dots turn hole
I slump in chair enchanted strong yet weak
In rhythm resonance trill rigmarole
In sobs and snickers strings affect I loll
I wish I was the cememeole you pluck
I shiver moved instead in moods you dole
You practise magic while I lean on luck
The final click of metronome is struck
The final strum of strings suspends in air
Above the worldly wise a cap I chuck
I clap in sync in little crowd of lair
Your lips I finger silent lovers code
I bid in brief a kiss unblown youre owed
Chorus code etiquette manner
