a study toward sonnet #1,252 by FisherKingKQJ
Stuff that his mum says about me hobbles,
As if I'm not there, I trot madly meek;
His dad extracts from me a savage streak
He gloats me cut, not before he nobbles.
What his sister says about me wobbles,
As if I'm handcuffed, I chafe pipsqueak;
His best friend sniffs around me ready reek,
He swears me limp, my sweat-rid head bobbles.
His mum says that my breath smells of roses,
His sister says that I've got one physique,
His dad says that I'm loud in small doses,
His best friend says that my way shoos in chic.
I feel as if I'm stetched out on a frame,
Adore delicious pain in praise and blame.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 frame
o $10,000,000 boundary
o $10,000,000 rig
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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