3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #120 by FisherKingKQJ

There's a boy who lives in this tenement
Downstairs from my digs who's tiny podgy
With a demeanour louche and insolent,
Brushing off crumbs being his pathology.
On landings we'll brush, not at all dodgy,
I think I'll haul him to the boiler room
One frosty night to savour his stodgy
Cheesecake and creambun lips in the gloom.
So far he's felt me up and made me fume
On the stairwell; I don't have the courage
To force him to sex me, I simply assume.
He might not choose bosoms over porridge.
Fatso, there's torrid mischief in the works
One day with lots of crumpet your perks.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Fatso, there's torrid mischief in the works.
Fatso, there's torrid mischief in the business.
Fatso, there's torrid mischief in the to-do.
[Corrected for rhythm and typeset 9/10/05.]
{Editor's note: the characters are fictional and any resemblance to the croupiers in Paris, Las Vegas is purely coincidental.}