3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #236   by FisherKingKQJ

 
At a loose end I tried out three blind dates:
The first date was goofy and full of flaws,
He was determined to get on with my mates,
He made a fool of himself without pause.
The second date studied small print subclause,
And interrogated me for some detail,
He wanted to staunch my troubles at source,
He magnified against one to one scale.
The third date was a wreckless macho male,
A contrarian or pseudo maverick,
Whose shallow dogma would one day fail,
Whose luck, not genius was his only trick.
O rotten luck, which dogs my basic dreams,
Of mismatches I'd write in pounds of reams.

 

O wretched luck, which dogs my simple dreams.
O wretched luck, which dogs my simple fantasies.
O wretched luck, which dogs my simple reveries.