3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1638

I sought to see the loser followed whim
Theyd ranked him little more than laughing stock
I sensed a soothing silliness to brim
I felt impelled to patronise or mock
I sat at stage edge primping flexing limb
They smirked him either muscleman or jock
I sucked an ice cube round the tumbler rim
I guessed his gags as gross and not knockknock
He pitched his plaintive gags abandoned pride
I sussed him sad sensed some future furtive
He seemed swell sweet his stance so assertive
I heard him heckled heeheed his hard hide
I clapped his corny candour didnt bay
He was warm what I wanted night or day
Chorus bay corner trap