Moses and Romeo... an Odd Crunching of Themes for my 100th Post

Oh wherefore art you?

Your erroneously supposed roses of toes-es

Are actually misnomer-ed poses of noses

Romeo, Oh Romeo, Oh Romeo

ain’t true.

I just mean that you smell what you think to be roses

When your nose is mis-smelling the stench of your toes-es.

His aspect’s too Roman:

it’s long, skinny strong –

And while you're mis-smelling you're misleading the children...

What Children? Jacob's plentiful progeny of course.

Altogether unbefitting

Any robust lover and

So for decades or was it just days that they wandered

Either way it was due to your nose that got worse

How could Juliet prefer

you to Paris: that more

As the sand in the desert changed existing mis-smelling

It also filled shoes and toes and was therefore stench-quelling

French style of a man

who was named after a capital

And in the end, made everything else smell just like it.

So your bad sense of smell didn't matter a bit.

That may or may not

have been better

than Rome (eo).

But at least he could tell

a good from a bad smell

With his nose that smelled roses

And then it smelled toes-es

(Her toes-es scared his nose so badly

It didn't want to be around

Juliet anyway). So why are

you Romeo and not Paris-o?

Or Athens-o or Boston-o?

I think that is

the real question here.