a study toward sonnet #332 by FisherKingKQJ
I rolled out my union jack in the melee
And posted my upturned trilby on it,
I strummed at my red plastic ukelele
To drum up all the shrapnel that would fit.
My busking was an universal hit
With a sugary young polynesian thing
Who popped bubblegum and worried a zit
As passersby looked for shrapnel to fling.
Before an hour she presented her sting-
She asked me for her Mangere bus fare,
Instead I sheltered her under my wing,
At my family trust owned penthouse lair.
Some say that I'm an old crook on the lam-
It's the cross I wear as Jesus the lamb.
It's the cross I wear as Jesus the lamb.
It's the cross I wear as Jesus the dove.
It's the cross I wear as Jesus the fish.
[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]