The Blasted Homey-o
On the streets of Verona we once met
I must admit I was taken aback
Such a fine catch for my lonely old net
As you saw, for love I had no true knack.
Have we yet to meet this hour Romeo?
I would do anything for you my love
O Romeo, thou arst my homey-o
Yet for all else, would I lend you my glove?
No, I care not for your disease sickened
That is, of rubbish are you Montagues
For your blood is a vile most thickened
Which I shall splatter in every hue!
Be gone now traitorous Romeo
As I renounce of you, my homey-o
This is a sonnet I wrote after becoming inspired by Romeo and Juliet. It's a bit lame, but I thought you guys would appreciate the humor.