3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1447

My husband steps aside a smidgeon gruff
And slumbers rough on balcony in reach
Kids leave the empty nest neat none a leech
I haul and hoard to ceiling off the cuff
I covet last of line and seconds stuff
The boxes overflowing at corners breach
I seize on samples free on every each
One day Ill dust them off and wipe them buff
I feel a limbless doll thats full of straw
I feel a spy in any clique or crowd
I feel a skeletor unfurling shroud
I feel a chimp that cringes jungle law
Three dollar op and bricabrac type stores
Are full of handy gear I flit through doors
Chorus stores emporiums marts