3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #293 by FisherKingKQJ


At the bottom of Strawmarket I'd caught
A jolly mermaid who liked to nestle
Beneath my arm for saucy lass-lad sport-
On Sinister Bridge she was my trestle.
Beneath us pumped on a steam vessel,
And no cloud on our blue sky tried to impinge;
Our chemistry oozed like bowl and pestle,
On her salty flesh my tongue would binge.
My crabs are cured in salt at a wee twinge,
My seasquirt blows into seasponge filled box,
And I'll tip her a pound, as I'm no stinge
When it comes to salt flaps on the dry-docks.
She wears a pretty rosebud in her bust,
I love mermaids who love their burley crust.

She wears a pretty rosebud in her bust.
She wears a pretty rosebud in her cleavage.
She wears a pretty rosebud in her tits.


{I had to quickly re edit this love sonnet. The digital technology sometimes runs away from me.}