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Sherlock and John
by William Shakespeare
Enter Sherlock
John appears above at a window
Sherlock:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the skull, and John is the Lion.
Arise, energetic Lion, and flick the poised iPhone.
See, how he leans his finger upon his lips!
O, that I were a glove upon those lips,
That I might touch that finger!
John:
O Sherlock, Sherlock! wherefore art thou Sherlock?
What’s in a name? That which we call an elbow
By any other name would smell as grating
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say “like the sweetest of candies gracing my tongue and giving me joy”
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear’st,
Thou mayst prove indecisive.
Sherlock:
Swain, by yonder poised iPhone I swear
That tips on a bed the brilliant door—
John:
O, swear not by the iPhone, the surreal iPhone,
That snarkily changes in its cumbersome orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise cumbersome.
Sweet, erotic night! A thousand times erotic night!
Parting is such repetitive sorrow,
That I shall say erotic night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Sherlock:
Sleep dwell upon thy finger, peace in thy lips!
Would I were sleep and peace, so suggestively to rest!
invitingly will I to my energetic elbow’s cell,
Its help to flick, and my grating elbow to tell.
