a study toward sonnet #844 by FisherKingKQJ
I love some of your manly quirks or tricks,
You drive your car as though it's a rocket,
Especially when we're lost in the sticks,
The map book useless as a crinkled docket.
There was the time you were out of pocket,
Gave me this ring of cubic zirconium,
You slung round my neck a golden locket,
Cheap as well, not as one who'd shirk odium.
Your engaging good looks work econium,
And fumble loose to one side my bra strap,
Hint tall pedestal or else perk podium,
In taxi backseats, common booze mishap.
You say that you love me down to letter,
Pitying, stroking, fobbing, talk me better.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 letter
o $10,000 character
o $10,000 symbol
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]