a study towards sonnet #353 by FisherKingKQJ
I'd got my girl wrong, on second looks
She wasn't difficult, she didn't demean,
She wasn't servile to my finger crooks,
She never ever made a public scene.
Her tremulous antennae soul had been
Compromised as to make us look good,
I could see that, now, but I would wean
Myself off sycophancy where I stood.
The disparity made me feel a hood,
No, more a patsy, an accessory maddened
By her assumption - even that I could
Become her bullying phantom saddened.
Her marriage plans she started to wigwag,
I put on my skates and did a zigzag.
Her marriage plans she started to wigwag.
Her marriage plans she started to indicate.
Her marriage plans she started to signal.
[Proof of concept for interactive movies 20/10/04]