I saw mine love in the village
that gent didst not notice me
mine heart ached with loneliness
as he hath passed me
his orange rampallian swayed from side to side.
that gent hath walked with confidence.
I longed to reacheth out
and hold his orange face.
But I could not
for that gent is on a different level.
He wilt nev'r love me.
And oh, how mine heart aches
with sadness.
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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.
