Sonnet - 123 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

What the Left Hand tells the Right locks to Self
So who is to Disclose your Sounding Truth
As Two-Hand-Folded for a Dolphin's Whelp
Shakes his Booty in his Inspiring Youth
That such same Form much too Tempting to Play
And ply my Honours sacrifice at-Risk
That Handy Tourniquet Increase your Day
Left my Emotions important to frisk
But either Choice must your Riverettes go-by
Let all my Merits just follow your Train
Until this Beast his Limits Realise
Which Sacred Themes be worthy to Remain.
Ply be Well - take her Locks and Rivers bade
In her Best Deserve her Credentials made.