Mistake me not
For I am a shaking-speare
And
Can spear more vigorously
Than ever Shakespeare
Could have dared to be
But then he was Shakespeare
And me is me,
A simple Shaking- speare as know thee,
For what I shake you can't imagine
I shake the love so worldly
And
That’s why I call myself Loved, Loverme and Lovely honey,
Coz,
I smack for the love of all so many
That’s why I’ve become
A poet for those
Who haven't
Yet loved any
Undoubtedly I Do
Undoubtedly I Do
You give me the incentive to create,
So why shouldn't state
Once in a while we all procreate,
But never do it in haste
Tis left for one to be chaste
And
When you do decide to create,
Do so but never hesitate
For once in a life time
Women a miracle demonstrate
In their first mate
A creature called the child,
A father of man