3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #229   by FisherKingKQJ
 
You sniffed, you snorted into a tissue,
You swore an oath against the wretched man;
And physical attraction wasn't the issue,
It was his brain which needed a trepan.
He slinked designer suits, he fibbed with elan,
You whined, you wiped tears from red eyelids,
You determined how the torture began
When tarts abruptly announced their bids.
I find haphazard passage of time rids
Our hearts of foibles small and risible
With pencil stubs in geometric grids,
I speak as your confidante invisible.
I style and cut your hair into a bob-
Now I'm your friend and you're my blob.
 
 
I style and cut your hair into a bob.
I style and cut your hair into a pageboy.
I style and cut your hair into a shaggy.