a study toward sonnet #350 by FisherKingKQJ
What's the bright idea of a peeping moth
On a fly poo marked lightbulb, you ask;
Here in the bathroom I'll give you the froth,
You glitzy butterflies who pin me to task.
A juvenile with growing pains might bask
In a steaming porcelain suds filled bathtub-
And off comes the bumfluff civilised mask
As he gives his new pubic hairs a scrub.
And his immersed skin completely the sub
Turns wrinkled as ballbag under thingy,
And when it's given to thoroughly rub
On his tummy white spoof poaches stringy.
Now, butterflies, you can shade me in dull,
My nature study gives you cause to mull.
Now, butterflies, you can shade me in dull.
Now, butterflies, you can shade me in lacklustre.
Now, butterflies, you can shade me in obtuse.
[This sonnet is X rated...you know I wouldn't hurt a
painted apple moth. L$L$L$L$L*.* ]
[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]