3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #1,662

The warm spring shower rain drips through helmet slits,
As we cheer down the old stink filled subway,
Below railway tracks, over motorway,
Pull up at heaps of broken bottle bits.
From mouldy walls to mesh fence long grass knits
Addressed by scrawled tags, cryptic ego spray,
There we lift our bikes over, cross okay,
I field her friendly girlish giggle fits.
Afar, drab pedestrians club as they will,
Rain glistens glow in her cheeks glamorous;
Bikes kicked stands, kisses quick, it's such a thrill,
Her sportsbra outline stiffens amorous.
We mount our steel and aluminium steeds,
Jink bollards; tread scored ramp to lower gears cedes.

(Chorus)

o steeds
o ponies
o horses