More Yak.

Apologies for this post, but I can't stop giggling at the 'nice robot lady' and I just have to put up a pome I wroted ages ago, just to hear her read it to me. I have one of those Magnetic Poetry Kits, Shakespearian edition, and the following was made from it...


Yon Winter Codpiece
Yon winter codpiece, like loathsome poison shall torment thee vile spot.
Methinks mischance dost seek thine saucy goblet.
Wicked, wanton, perilous belch thou hath perchance slandered thy melancholy, bawdy bosom.
Jest drunkard, damn well question nothing!
I beseech you, woo herein discontent, though always sanctify vehemence.
Merry wilt idle ghost speak through knowing, lazy measure,
Vouchsafe vulgar breast doth dream foul fortune.
Mortal lover that curse bestow'st envy of yonder wench, hadst naught my mercy warrenteth.
Aye, farewell drunk peasant, make the trifle!
Therefore forswear seemly villain,
Lest night deceive dire death.

And let's see how she copes with it then shall we?
*Bwahahahahahaha*