I don't even know. Random generators continue to make my life brighter. /drabbles/
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Abby and Gibbs
by William Shakespeare
Gibbs appears above at a window
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the sweatshop, and Gibbs is the gazelle.
Arise, godforsaken gazelle, and uncouple the presumptive gunny.
See, how he leans his taste bud upon his forearm!
O, that I were a glove upon that forearm,
That I might touch that taste bud!
O Abby, Abby! wherefore art thou Abby?
What's in a name? That which we call an eye
By any other name would smell as gewgaw
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a beached whale tripping on mushrooms mixed in mars bars"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove bullish.
Swain, by yonder presumptive gunny I swear
That tips on a horse the interpersonal hangnail-
O, swear not by the gunny, the blurry gunny,
That intently changes in its frenetic orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise frenetic.
Sweet, malarial night! A thousand times malarial night!
Parting is such psychopathic sorrow,
That I shall say malarial night till it be morrow.
Sleep dwell upon thy taste bud, peace in thy forearm!
Would I were sleep and peace, so jokingly to rest!
bashfully will I to my godforsaken eye's cell,
Its help to uncouple, and my gewgaw eye to tell.