3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1523

You wear your lank locks like a little girl
Right down your back to end of shoulder blades
You dye them flame nostalgia so unfurl
You dunk in drums the fibres sunshine jades
Your front teeth false resemble oyster pearl
You waive the walking frames and hearing aids
You wear a flowery frock you wheel and whirl
You fantasise romantic serenades
Your god once was youth driven constant change
The speculative grainy kilobit
The pristine fork and pot of fondue kit
You suffocate young folk youre sour and strange
Immortal mode the bob to collar hung
I view the wiser heads you move among
Chorus hung hang hengt