a study toward sonnet #630 by FisherKingKQJ
I sip a frappe - the chill hurts my teeth-
Knife out the pesto, feta round smoked ham
On whole grain toast as an arty wreath
And count off any bypassing twin pram.
The salon next door is downbeat yet glam,
The senior hairstylist ironcurling grey locks,
White on gray himself, of tight, spindly gam,
Pretences pointing up, and dispensing mocks.
An apprentice toys with tints, pestles, crocks,
Girls brush past in deluxe pastel swirls,
In half up-half down, oneside, highlight flocks,
In peekaboo bangs, squads and tendril twirls.
One hundred small loves sum one love profound,
It's gourmet shallow that I here propound.
(Chorus)
One hundred small loves sum one love profound. SPADES
One hundred small loves sum one love abstruse. CLUBS
One hundred small loves sum one love deep. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{time to compose: 1 hour 55 minutes. I had a lot of problems with furniture and architecture in the first stanza, but it came right.]