a study toward sonnet #440 by FisherKingKQJ
A caricature when I first met you,
You became a personality and good laugh,
You became an experience I lived through,
The mystery of you seemed a holograph.
Now, I think you're my crooked other half
For messing around with some black magic;
I write love a long, thoughtful epitaph-
It lasts a while and cannot be called tragic.
You could call my new humour neuralgic,
The multiverse is now profoundly flawed,
You can't help your crooked ways nostalgic,
Details of your photo portrait discord.
Your sweet unsymmetrical face and boobs
Are proteonome for crooked myopic rubes.
(Chorus)
Your sweet unsymmetrical face and boobs.
Your sweet unsymmetrical face and knobs.
Your sweet unsymmetrical face and tits.
[Proof of concept for a 3d interactive movie autocue called: Autocube3]