a study toward sonnet #451 by FisherKingKQJ
She looms a powerful genie from a flask,
She's feminine, basic, true, aery,
Her perfume is lemon grass and damask;
Her powers seem generous voluntary.
Her dizzying good looks make you leery,
She's a renaissance woman on a spectrum
Of interests and pursuits, much too scarey
For bachelors insecure or lonesome.
She's a sudden violent kiss to the bum,
Transgressing strokes of forbidden region,
She's as understanding as they come,
She fixes personal problems legion.
She'll grant you your most hokey wish
The One you love served on a silver dish.
The One you love served on a silver dish.
The One you love served on a silver grail.
The One you love served on a silver plate.
[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3]