a study toward sonnet #418 by FisherkingKQJ
My girlfriend's a sweet little honeyblonde,
She's my favourite piece of time to kill,
And her gluey sighs and kisses are our bond,
If she's cute, her looks don't give me a thrill.
But she's fun and for now I love her still
For loving my pigheaded swaggering style,
My bellicose, gruff, tell it like it is drill,
My studied and sardonic bad boy bile.
So what if we cower together juvenile,
If we trek emotional desert sand dunes
In our imperfect match there is no guile,
I'm a saint when compared to other hoons.
There's power in knowing exactly who you are,
I'm in the market for a babe and car.
I'm in the market for a babe and a car.
I'm in the market for a babe and a automobile.
I'm in the market for a babe and a motor.
[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]