Non-Sens Pretentieux 6

The ghosts of William Shakespeare and his beloved, Pet howler monkey Mischief sat atop a high, Foreboding cliff-edge looking down on all humanity. Mischief looked up into the sad, tearful eyes of his master. Who was viewing the latest posted PoemHunter poems. On the latest Samsung Galaxy tablet. Gazooks! Exclaimed Shakespeare, This cannot be! ! No! No! .. No! Such drivel and utter dross! Mere incoherent ramblings masquerading as poems! Methinks my dear Mischief this is a call to arms! We must hire a flock of assorted thugs and psychopaths, And teach these PoemHunter members a lesson of poetry respect! Once and for all, With a little bit of murder on the side! But, first my dear, dear Mischief, I need to throw up over the cliff-edge. And with that the ghost of William Shakespeare, Stood up and hurled his ghostly lunch down the yonder cliff. Then The Great Bard wiped clean his mouth and said, We'll target that PoemHunter Welsh one first, For I don't like the way, He's putting words in my mouth. And with that the ghosts of William Shakespeare And Mischief started phoning some very unsavoury characters. And all the time Mischief scratched his red monkey arse.