Poor Mister De Rocksferte (a Sonnet) by Seeking 2 be accepted

Alas! A pretty girl comes close to me!�
Her dark black hair flows underneath her hat
“Such a beautiful maiden shall have tea!�
So she pulled up a chair, and there she sat.
“Well hello ole drunk!� She slyly stated.
That lady in red handed him a beer
And watched the man be intoxicated.
Her hand reached in his pocket of cashmere
Then she pulled out his oh so golden watch
And pretended to be madly in love,
As she touched his leg, and then groped his crotch.
Oh a deed so very much unheard of!
That lady then went to spread her demise
Oh how she takes advantage with her lies!