Revised sonnet #522
Dawdling dirty geezers gawk oncoming
This tight tan t shirt I wear binds big breasts
Faster strides I make to minimise pests
Hands at sides stiff scared Id signal mumming
Snug bra cups in lace are nipple numbing
Gear to gentlemen they dont invite jests
Can conceal anxiety fear of fear wrests
Stiffen social side I sense succumbing
Bump I feel of back by blindest bumble
Face in sunnies leans to lovely looking
Stop I salty speech and finger crooking
Balance he achieves on body fumble
Braille a lovers language more than stipple
Should I furnish next time lips a nipple?
Chorus stipple fleck jot
