Thoughest dost taste and wet the lip of thine heart?
Shirley has donst givest enougheth?
Let Spedencatten imbues mine eyes to the glory my sweet!
The Montegue will be scorned and set to flame ...
for what burnests in my loin is scald and boil
Taketh my hand, and leadeth mine gut to the well
... for I thirst, and wane.
Believe me, I yackity yack as my understandings instructs mineth, and as mine honesty puts it to utter cream es.
You put me off with limber vows and limber rubbery stretches ... you would seek to unsphere the stars with promises to Hollydale!????
Should yet say, Willameena, no going not doth hithereth. Verily - youeth shall not go out to the taco stands maiden of desire. Forbid the sea of salty spray millets of cockatiels ... for 2 obey the moon. Why is it made of cheeses? It doth haveth fragrant and pungent smells that caress my wide body nasal passages ... eth.
As, or by oath remove, or counsel shake
The fabric of my folly, whose foundations is pil'd upon me faith, and will continue
the standings of Wilameena in biker boots unquithered beequetheth.
Jerk Guy Capulate: You werest in bedding with a Montegue. Surley you will live no longesteth. On gaurd.
Rommecat: Whatever .... AHHHH!!! I am stabbed (sigh)
Juliet: Mine love mine love, I cannot liveth without-eth you-eth. I shall drink poison from the death flask.
Rommecat: I'm not dead .... I am alive! Ohh my goodness dear juliet .... WHY ..... WHYYY!!!!!!
Rommecat: Hot Dog!!! Lets marry and get a cat. They are hiring at the orchard.
Thy Montague tale of unrequeted love ! "Oh, bloggy" ! Allest that endeth well is well indeed. Oh no...Timmy just fell down the well. Go for help Lassie.