SHAKE IMPERTINENCE'S PEAR TREE

He doth rightly note the jiggle is too fickle
Shake the tree, blushing giggle and wiggle
Fountaining lips taste maiden hand, seek
Nay fear ripening blooms upon rose cheek

Or readiness to memorialize phrases wise
Quote, the play's the thing, or is it the size
Tho' ye justify any rise, time's temperature
Not throughout s'wine heady countenance

Mock no, to piety dare endured, hence
Please pardon some cheeks' exuberance
Kiss on, sweet knave, not another word,
On to verbs The Bard surely never heard!

(c) 2003 Rennie Lorca

Okay, I couldn't resist The Bardish fertile playground any more than the rest of you here :)