3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1294

I struck an old flame walking Shortland Street
Uncanny were the jugs the way theyd jut
The crimson blouse of silk a stylish cut
I heard her husky hello nice to meet
The builders vans in lines affected fleet
Then we encountered scaffold saddled hut
I poopood poor Post Office stripped of gut
Art deco not a period past repeat
I bustled her inside a corner bar
I shouted her a beer and brandy shot
I was the same and shed improved a jot
As student chums once would we rate as par
Id stuck to squat encroach and dumpster dives
I wondered whence our sudden forking lives
Chorus dives plunges swoops