a study toward sonnet #338 by FisherKingKQJ
I chanced upon his internet romance
And looked up a schedule of rendez vous,
And looking back, our amour stood no chance,
An inkling call it, colour it deja vu.
I was miffed, I thought aloud, screw you, too,
I keyed the doors and bonnet of his saloon,
Off flew wing mirrors to bid him adieu,
A pinprick aired his steering wheel balloon.
His freaky accident couldn't be too soon,
I pigged out on a swiss roll full of cream,
A hard done by gorm had done in a poltroon-
I chose to cram my face instead of scream.
Another girl would lacerate his cock...
My cheating ex had lucked into a shock.
Another girl would lacerate his cock.
Another girl would lacerate his organ.
Another girl would lacerate his pecker.
[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]