Once a long long time ago
lived a boy named Romeo
and his girlfriend Juliet.
The two of them secretly wed.
The story I’m certain you already know
of their sorrow and their woe;
and all of that was surely true
except one scene, or maybe two.
For one, Tybalt was not so tall
and Rosaline didn’t exist at all.
Friar was a combo of three guys
and hardly anybody dies.
I’m not saying it was fun
for the wealthy parents of daughter and son.
However, Capulet and Montague
both had better things to do
then to argue with their spoiled brats
so the kids did wed, and that was that.
And happy they were, at least for a while.
Then, sixty years later, they died. The end.