3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #100

We sorted soul mates, either good or bad,
Joined mirth at open mike night anecdotes,
We favoured cannelloni, current fad,
Served cold alfresco, balcony near boats.
I blanched at pleated sleeves on bombast pad,
His mother hammered home essential quotes,
Stitched me right into her wedding gown, quite mad,
We hedged a thorny subject, his wild oats.
My digs then were a duplex on my own,
His father crafted me a lift in his car,
A gorgeous girl for his boy went the drone,
With rheumy kisses he yet lowered the bar.
Zoom to now, he zeroes in more zealous,
That new girl doomed, me justly jealous.

(Chorus)

o jealous
o envious
o wanting

sonnet #100 print ready 28.1.10.