a study toward sonnet #339 by FisherKingKQJ
I was enraged: he was so insincere,
He'd stirred up latent envy that I felt
Towards slender copper red heads, and there
Was one on his arm, she was sweetly svelte,
And the second brutal blow I was dealt
That soiree - my young escort liked to swear,
I found, and he put my hand on his belt
To tidy his shirt flap and called me dear.
The couple dimpled smiles to give me cheer,
I wished to give them two finger salutes
Or thumb my nose at them to signal a jeer-
I blew a kiss back - they were in cahoots.
The hand on my hip dropped to my backside,
To churn up envy, I went for the ride.
The hand on my hip dropped to my backside.
The hand on my hip dropped to my posterior.
The hand on my hip dropped to my rear.
[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]