What about Joe Shakespeare.
I didst attend upon a comely madin, her bosoms milky white and soft as feather pillows. She didst uncover her ankle and saith to I, 'will thee write me a sonnet good sir'? I did gaz upon her beauty and for a moment lose my breath at her fleeting magnificence. Her hair did fall around her shoulders in golden waves shining in the mid-day sun like finest yellow thread. Her complection was like that of angle. As she didst drop her skins and petticoats upon the floor I did gaze upon her shapeless and me thinks I did stand in the presence of a goddess from tales of old.
That's your you're getting because my brilliance is lost on you mob of fuckers lol 😂 🖕