a study toward sonnet #357 by FisherKingKQJ
I stammered, then I dissipated mute,
Denied by nerves a punishing remark-
In crisis what I wouldn't give to shoot
A crooked long blue electric spark.
Still, I shot my ideas back into the dark-
I chose to be dumb as opposed to glib
Or stilted in a battle quick and stark-
I took the properties of dampened squib.
His ticklish tiny pokes of my lower rib
Exemplified it: an odd way to show care,
Infuriating when used to hide a fib-
He did apologise, we're back a pair.
I walked out on him, I slammed the door,
There mustn't be repartee boor to boor.
I walked out on him, I slammed the door.
I walked out on him, I slammed the gate.
I walked out on him, I slammed the wick.
[Which is what I mean by wicked. Proof of concept for interactive movies 21/10/04]