Revised sonnet #442
Your black hairs beautiful in bob and fringe
You strike as serious when your face is blank
Your voice expresses spectrum praise to whinge
You like to play around though short of prank
They call you succubus or secret skank
It pains to lamely let the slanders ride
Youre dropped to demimonde to lesser rank
In limbo stuck I love you more I bide
I call on Venus powers as lovers guide
To gently break the barrier down till nought
I crave again her hard hug how I hide
To prove the local gossip wrongly wrought
As long as its a finite passing fad
Then succubus or secret skank thought glad
Chorus fad craze vogue
