a study toward sonnet #849 by FisherKingKQJ
Sweet plea bargain as that would-be rapist,
My landlord's locked up in the loony bin;
He made such a botch of hives as apiarist,
Myself, I've seized the garden with a grin.
Hard ten out the pen sounds forever kin,
I've bought in cherubs and gods of my own,
And taken their dear prices on the chin,
On arches grapevines wild and twisted grown.
Bright monarch butterflies have shown
A taste for my bulb dangling swan plants,
Iron Butterfly herself might've singing sown,
In Golden Age of Hollywood prior rants.
On terracotta flagstones with skip and hop,
I kiss the frames from your two dollar shop.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 hop
o $10,000 jump
o $10,000 leap
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]