Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs.
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes.
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers’ tears.
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Romeo and Juliet, 1:1
This is not going to end well.
In honor of the most plagiarised playwright, Mrs. No More suggests you select one of the Bard’s play and write a one-act play about your life today. Make it tragic and fun, like Carrie Fisher.
Enlist other MNM’s and put on a ladies night of words and whine. For example, I have chosen The Merchant of Venice and renamed it, Venus of Venice :
You’re a prick and I hope you bleed.
If I poison you, will you please die?
But love is blind, and ex-lovers cannot see
the revenge that they have coming to thee.
Too much? Drop me a line and share your poetic justice.