Wherefore hast thou beshat my walls? Thou makest such a stench! Thy vulgar writ addorns my stalls, Thy tampons grace my sink! I've never seen the bugs, withall That leapeth fifteen feet, Nor yet beheld the little balls Thou fain wouldst have me eat. Thou bidst me meet thee here, amain, For something called a blow (?) And stuffeth foolscap in my drains To make the torrents flow! Doodoo, doodoo, O word of fear, Unfriendly to the jan-it-eer!
Reason for writing:
My thought was, "What if Shakespeare were alive today, and made his living as a janitor." (As I did at the time I wrote it.)
Birth sign: Aquarius
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