3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #1667 revised

You mustve loved a boy who was just bad
News known and wept aware and grabbed for more
The pain appeals as when he can adore
You mostly slightly meanly make you sad
Youve watched a hundred sunsets great times had
Yet one he cringes old he calls a bore
Its stuck so scathingly to make you sore
Hes gentle otherwise a genie glad
Youll draw him up and dole youll praise him well
Hell slap you down to brink of welt or bruise
Hes like a speck thats dredged from oyster shell
His love is right and raw and rare no ruse
The grain he gives you little is good as gold
A day youll save a mound to line a mould
Chorus gold goud guld