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Shakespearean Fill In The Blank, or Ye Madde Libs

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Shakespearean Fill In The Blank, or Ye Madde Libs

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My mistress' eyes are nothing like ____.
  • the moonlit forest pools of Finlandia

    ... dammit!
  • ...her arse!

  • Detroit.
  • ...Spaghetti-Os, but I sucked them out of her head and swallowed them anyway.
  • They were before the hot pins..
  • my wife's.
  • I've scared myself. (And referenced two other sonnets, I think.)

    My mistress' eyes are nothing like the Sunne,
    For She hath Two and He hath only Onne,
    So lest the Sunne my Mistres' gaze Forsake,
    Her Left one, from its Liddes I Carefull Take.
    When she Awoke, to fine one Eye withinn
    Not Sockette, but in cherished Glasse of Gin -
    Now Theres more light in Her One angry Eye
    Than this Pore Poett can with Grace Deny.
  • SMEG
  • an ice cold brewski
  • As I immediately go into the Sting song that uses that as a quote. Instead, I say...SPOOOOON!
  • ...something you'd write a romantic poem about.
  • My mistress' eyes are nothing like a bowl of mouthwatering chili - except for maybe the salty taste, but that's all. Two completely different things.

    Note to self: stab out mistress' eyes and eat them just to make sure I'm right.
  • ...normal people's eyes. for one thing, they're plaid. and she has six of them. seven if you count the one on her back. but she can't really see with it.
  • a sphere of gases burning 93 million miles away in space.
  • mother's.
  • the mind's imperfect understanding of time.
  • moon pies.

    Yes, romance is dead, methinks.
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