Not Quite Shakespeare. . .

Two women, unalike in dignity,

On walk of dreamers, where we lay our scene,

That ancient love breaks to new comedy,

Where untold plight makes ordinary girls obscene.

From forth the eternal bounds of these incarnates

A pair of hopeless lovers take their life;

Whose forlorn attempts to escape their fates

Just prove to worsen their desperate strife.

The infinite confusion of their pre-written love

And the involvement of their worldly stage

Does best to fight and then remove

The love foretold on this page;

The which if you with patient eyes attend,

What Fates did miss, this Mistress strives to mend.

Now read, dear patrons, as KittyLo tries

To convey this anomaly of hers.

That, which cold Seto thoroughly defies,

In the least is a black sheep to the herds.