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Bwha! My "drabble-matic" made Shakespeare sound almost dirty
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Spike and Buffy
by William Shakespeare
Enter Spike
Buffy appears above at a window
Spike:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the zoo, and Buffy is the Bengel tiger.
Arise, poetic Bengel tiger, and plunge the effervescent lance.
See, how she leans her mouth upon her fingertips!
O, that I were a glove upon that fingertips,
That I might touch that mouth!
Buffy:
O Spike, Spike! wherefore art thou Spike?
What's in a name? That which we call a heart
By any other name would smell as lithe
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a deluge of confetti in a ticker-tape parade"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove effervescent.
Spike:
Lady, by yonder effervescent pint I swear
That tips on the precipice my stoic lance--
Buffy:
O, swear not by the pint, the dark pint,
That persistently changes in its benevolent orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise effervescent.
Sweet, ineffable night! A thousand times ineffable night!
Parting is such deprecatory sorrow,
That I shall say ineffable night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Spike:
Sleep dwell upon thy mouth, peace in thy fingertips!
Would I were sleep and peace, so pointedly to rest!
stubbornly will I to my poetic lance's cell,
Its help to plunge, and my lithe heart to tell.
http://www.prillalar.com/drabbles/
Spike and Buffy
by William Shakespeare
Enter Spike
Buffy appears above at a window
Spike:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the zoo, and Buffy is the Bengel tiger.
Arise, poetic Bengel tiger, and plunge the effervescent lance.
See, how she leans her mouth upon her fingertips!
O, that I were a glove upon that fingertips,
That I might touch that mouth!
Buffy:
O Spike, Spike! wherefore art thou Spike?
What's in a name? That which we call a heart
By any other name would smell as lithe
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a deluge of confetti in a ticker-tape parade"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove effervescent.
Spike:
Lady, by yonder effervescent pint I swear
That tips on the precipice my stoic lance--
Buffy:
O, swear not by the pint, the dark pint,
That persistently changes in its benevolent orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise effervescent.
Sweet, ineffable night! A thousand times ineffable night!
Parting is such deprecatory sorrow,
That I shall say ineffable night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Spike:
Sleep dwell upon thy mouth, peace in thy fingertips!
Would I were sleep and peace, so pointedly to rest!
stubbornly will I to my poetic lance's cell,
Its help to plunge, and my lithe heart to tell.