3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Sonnet #91 by FisherKingKQJ (rough draft!)

When did I become the girl to go to
For consolation of a broken heart?
I can only guess. I'm some avenue
Of pliant confession for any new start.
An immature boy had upset her cart;
At streaky mascara below her eyes
She dabbed angst rid, I started to impart
Cucumber slice facials, pizzas, allies
Versus romantic love. I tried to surmise
A feeling in our clasped hands. All alike
Are boys, she confided. Not a surprise,
I said faintly, not wanting to sound a dyke.
In mock indignation, I too, took aim,
At boys to avert from her any blame.

{3D interactive chorus:}

In mock indignation, I too, took aim.
In mock indignation, I too, took bead.
In mock indignation, I too, took sights.
[Corrected for typeset and rhythm 4/10/05.]