Revised sonnet #440
I didnt want to play a dating game
Half pied her lack of social skills high yield
As lady luck is one expensive dame
I wouldnt want to place a bet on field
If not a wallet wisdom what Id wield
I pushed her door ajar the snib up lock
I eased in early chirp of birds odd shield
I plucked at chair I checked time six oclock
On gauzy screen her silhouette fitted frock
Her kettle whistle whined it spluttered steam
I swooned at sniff of pork in sooty wok
Her dishes drained in rack a riot of suds and gleam
A shrinking violet stuck in rocky patch
I felt in fact at last I met my match
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