Shakespearean Tale Mangled
Romeo, my Romeo, I adore thee, whispers Juliet,
oh you cause my heart to race with each tiny beat,
many times I dreamt being a wife and all your own,
end this torment, sire your babies, take me home,
oh, Romeo, beloved Romeo, say you will have me.
No, Juliet, I'm afraid not, replies hard-to-get Romy,
age and situation tell me we're just not meant to be,
circumstances do not smile on us, my luckless lady,
eighteen summers you are whilst I'm almost sixty,
sire babies? spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
Daytime arrives and starry-eyed Romeo awakes,
realizing he was dreaming from night till daybreak,
engaging in romantic thoughts he could ill afford
amid obligations and a quite unforgiving landlord;
might as well start working, go straight for the kill,
sleep and nightmares would not pay his utility bill!
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2006
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