Two blankets, both alike in dignity,
In fair bedroom, where we lay our scene,
From ancient fish break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd chairs take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their fan bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their chaotic love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could fly,
Is now the 10 hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with green face attend,
What here shall sing, our toil shall strive to mend.
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Mad Libs (Meh Own Version)
HumorHi :) This is Ces and welcome to MAD LIBS!! This idea came up earlier while we are watching "Mad Libs (Wassabi Edition)" by hoiitsroi. We tried to make our own mad libs and we got surprised on the result. We laugh very hard and my sister, Konata_Min...
