Loseth Thyself

By William Shakespeare

Behold
If thou hadst a chance, a singular favorable moment
To seize all doth hath desire towards
By chance, wouldst thou take it?
Or lettest it skid!

His palms doth perspire, knees feeble, arms doth weigh in excess
Vomit hath emerged on his garments thus
Matron's Italian cuisine!
Forsooth, He doth be trepid, but appeareth to be halcyon and vigilant
To droppeth caskets of fire, but he cannot recall
What he hath recorded on his paper, the mob is so deafening!
He doth be gagging, all are making fun now!
The timepiece hath run down! Timeth is over! Blaow!
Waketh up from slumber, go to reality, O, where hath gravity gone!
O, thereth be Hare, he hath choked
He 'tis full of wrath, alas, he will not give up without hardship, Nay
He wilst not, he wot his entire slum's paths!
Nay, it doth not matter, he is a fool! He wot that, but he has no monies!
He doth be stacketh, thus he wot, when he goeth thither to the mobile home, then anon, it will be
Another sojourn to the lab, once more, the entirity of the rhapsody
He shouldst seize the moment, pray it shan't pass!

Thou shouldst loseth thyself in the music, the moment!
Thee doth own it, do not let it go!
Chances there are but one, shouldst not miss thy chance to exhale!
Forsooth, opportunity comes but once in a lifetime! O!

The demon is escaping! Through the hole that gapeth!
Forsooth! The World becometh Mine for the taking!
Crowne me King! As we moveth towards it, new order doth spring up!
Simpleton life tis a bore, yet renown doth be closeth to Death!
Harder tis it gets, more of a Sojourn, it shall only get Fierier!
He bloweth us all over, the prostitutes doth on him!
Sea to sea, he is renowned as World Traveler!
Road less traveled, God but wot, he doth be farther from the Hearth, he is no sirer!
He goeth to his stead and doth not wot his sired daughter!
Shouldst you holdeth your nostrils, here will come frigid water!
The prostitutes shun him now! he is now cold!
They moveth on to the next fool, he dives into the depths of Hell! and traded nary!
Thence the opera is sung, methinks it is aged partner,
But the wilde gyrations continue hence!
Da dumb de dumb da!

Thou shouldst loseth thyself in the music, the moment!
Thee doth own it, do not let it go!
Chances there are but one, do not miss your chance to exhale!
Forsooth, opportunity comes but once in a lifetime! O!

Begone with amusements! I will morphose into what thee calls Wrath!
Collapse this gar-faced place as did Samson in Olden days!
Once I gamed, but that hath morphosed!
I hath been masticated and vomited out, and cursed offeth the Stage!
Alas! I anon more rhyming and Steppe Writing the next cipher!
Thou shouldst believe that someone doth be paying a Piede Piper!
The agony inside! It is intensified! By the
Wanton that I cannot Labor
But for Eight hours a day! Alas! I cannot provide the right type!
Of sustainment for my household! Man! Verily, these accursed Provender stamps are not worth a Diaper!
Quoth I, no Movie is this, Mekhi Phifer there is none!
It doth be my vitals, the times are famine-like!
Tis getting harder to nourish mineself mine seed!
The woes are not yet finished! I hath been caught betwix being a father
And.a Prima Donna! Alas!
The child and parent hath drama! They screameth as banshees! Tis too much!
For mineself to remaineth in mine spot! Another jam? Pray tell, or not?
It hath gotten me as Gehenna! I now resemble a Snaile! I shouldst!
To contrive a plot! Lest I end up in the Dungeon! Or, I pray not, A Corpse!
Success remaineth my last choice! Failure doth nought!
Mother, I doth loveth thou! but this trail must goeth! I cannot age in the lot of Witches!
So, the die tis cast, this is mine chance!
Pray, feet, do not fail me, Tis the only chance I have!

Thou shouldst lose thyself in the music, the moment!
Thee doth own it, do not let it go!
Chances there are one, do not miss your chance to exhale!
Forsooth, opportunity comes but once in a lifetime! O!

Thou canst do all thou sets thine mind to, brother.

Comments

Wow...! Amazing and humorous! Eat you heart out Speare of Shaketh! Ha! - visitor (4/3/2016)

That is great - bobbythebrony (4/6/2016)

Thanks! - visitor (4/7/2016)

This is a great and original parody - Martinglez (4/8/2016)

I daresay, good gentleman, this doth be the personification of perfection! - WonkeyDude98 (4/14/2016)

This is actually really funny. - SwagFlicks (4/14/2016)

HOW HAVE I ONLY FOUND THIS NOW MY STOMACH I CAN'T - Puga (6/8/2016)

Bro, how did you do it? - yaygiants16 (6/24/2016)

Matron's Italian Cusine lol - ProPanda (5/19/2017)