I see thy visage from afar.
I see the beauty in every line

I would to hold thee and keepeth thee as mine
I has't addressed a bunch of flowers for thee mine love

I runneth to thee in anticipation wanting to see thy quite quaint visage
Thy must beest like the moon beams shining on a Summer’s eve.

But as I draweth near I findeth thou has't becometh a bacon-fed ape
How I do beseech you escape the calamity?

Who can save me from this disgrace?
Mine beloved what has't thee becometh.

I am hither for thee running to thy arms
Thee behold so joyous to meeteth me with flowers to giveth to me

But wherefore hath thy joyous visage suddenly hath changed?
Thee behold slightly disappointed as if 't be true thee expected someone else.

Wait! Wherefore art thee running hence?
I’m going to slap thy buttocks fartuous.

Receiveth ov'r hither now loverboy.
This is no time to playeth games.

She’s after me.
Thither is no lodging to runneth.

I should has’t known that wasn’t her real profile picture.
Now I gotta vamos.

This is my 32nd poem in the Steemitschool poetry competition @d-pend.(Steemitschool Discord)

Verse of the Day/ Luke 23:43

"Today you will be with me in paradise."

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I can't take Shakespeare seriously