3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #178 by FisherKingKQJ
in E flat

A hot blush now prickled my cheeks and brow
At his practised excuses and his smooth chat;
And locks of straw blonde hair had slipped their stow,
Had escaped my large beret, this way that.
Analysed, the content of his words was scat-
All terrain charming, flirting to a fault;
He claimed his passes by aerogrotat,
The relationship had stonked to a halt...
My chest seemed a leaden, unmoving vault
In a graveyard; I'd thrown a hissy fit
And yet he stayed in my car, didn't bolt
As my out of character abuse hit.
I'm not saying I don't love him in bulk,
However, at condescension I balk.

{3D interactive chorus in F flat:}

I'm not saying I don't love him in bulk.
I'm not saying I don't love him in mass.
I'm not saying I don't love him in quiddity.