I saw mine love the present day
Prancing about the village
his visage, tensed into a constipated expression
t madeth mine heart soar.
Whoever insults mine love
is a filthy canker-blossom
with the visage of an rampallian
and the stench
of a fiery shaft that hath been aquainted
with all the village whores.
that gent is perfect, that gent is bigly
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Shakespearean Poems About Donald Trump
PoetryThis is what it would be like if Shakespeare fell in love with Donald Trump. After writing this I examined my life and I think I am having an existential crisis.
