A parody of “Just a Gigolo”
I’m just a sonneteer and everything I hear Little songs are words you’re buying Paid for every rhyme, sometimes just a dime Ooh, look at me cry There may come a time when words no longer rhyme What will they say about me? The last couplet you hear Makes me just a sonneteer Fourteen lines define me I’m just a sonneteer and everything I hear Make sonnettics songs for buying Paid for every rhyme, sometimes just a dime Ooh, iambic cry There may come a time when words no longer rhyme What will they say about me? The last couplet you hear Makes me just a sonneteer Fourteen lines define me. ‘cause I ain’t got no free verse No free verse poetry, no free verse No free verse poetry Iambs get so lonely Lonely iambs, lonely iambs Won’t some sweet quatrain come and take a chance or three? ‘Cause meter ain’t bad
