Act VI, Scene III: A Fair Thought
From: "Not Much Ado About Anythynge"
His eyes drifted from Ophelia, set
On a fairer maiden, Juliet.
"Gams like those are like the sweet parting yams
Merging as one fine, fair thought of Mesdames."
Juliet's breath stank of foul nightshade
Romeo, Romeo, where art thine 'ade,
Physostigmine-laced, to be not afraid?
Ophelia has hid the remedy
Anticholinesterase recipe;
Says she, "I hate that Romeo--goddam--
Can't help it because I amb what iamb."
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Comments (4)
I amb what iamb! Hahahahahahahaha that was so brilliant!
Forsook, I enjoyed this!
"I iamb what I iamb" is priceless punchline to this leggy little number. So punny. :)
Your writing is so clever. Your word play and creativity with them makes me feel a bit thick and in awe. Respect to you.