You, the vile thot that comes upon me,
Begone, for your vile ways do not help thee,
A thot as thou, too foul, you make me howl,
For a three (out of ten), like thee, causes movements in my bowel,
I howl of fear, when thou I see,
For a beast as you cannot cause glee,
You must, with you musk, make me howl;
"Begone Thot!
Begone vile beast!
Thou art no for me,
Thou art not for glee,
Glory is foul,
When you I see,
So much thou hurt me,
That I must scream,
Begone thot,
Begone, begone"
-Shakespeare