Re: Drabble Stories
Andy and Mardy
by William Shakespeare
Mardy appears above at a window
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the racquet, and Mardy is the fish.
Arise, ridiculous fish, and kiss the sexy ball.
See, how he leans his hand upon his arm!
O, that I were a glove upon that arm,
That I might touch that hand!
O Andy, Andy! wherefore art thou Andy?
What's in a name? That which we call a butt
By any other name would smell as fancy
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a fuzzy ball that flies through the air"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove impotent.
Swain, by yonder sexy ball I swear
That tips in the jiffyjohn the silky girl--
O, swear not by the ball, the crazy ball,
That sexily changes in its bright orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise bright.
Sweet, hot night! A thousand times hot night!
Parting is such funny sorrow,
That I shall say hot night till it be morrow.
Sleep dwell upon thy hand, peace in thine arm!
Would I were sleep and peace, so quickly to rest!
obnoxiously will I to my ridiculous butt's cell,
Its help to kiss, and my fancy butt to tell.