PORTIA: I love Sydney, and Marlow, And often I borrow their words to express how I feel. I love poems of mystery, Fantasy, history, oh what seductive appeal. At night, alone in my bedroom, Satisfying my need. The candlelight fire ignites my desire, To read Oh, every time I hear a perfect rhyme I get all tingly Because I know, That to find a perfect rhyme is not an easy, thingly.
I love places that words let me go I love the way that your words move me so No words have touched me the way that yours do And I love…you are really doing something to me mister poetry man Oh forgive me, I never get to discuss poems in this way
NIGEL BOTTOM: Oh it’s okay, I just never knew that poetry could affect someone the way it affects me
PORTIA: Me neither
NIGEL BOTTOM: It’s the end all, the be all. Oh, you ought a see all the books that I have on my shelf
PORTIA: Me too I find pleasure perusing those writings and musing so often I pleasure myself Wait, that didn’t sound right
NIGEL BOTTOM: No, I know what you mean When I’m deep in the throes of impassionate prose, I could scream
PORTIA: You scream?
NIGEL BOTTOM: Yeah
PORTIA: So do I! Ahh Oh, I love a lilting line of lyrical alliteration.
NIGEL BOTTOM: Who doesn’t love alliteration?
PORTIA: And then I’m like well, when the phrases come together like a consummation
NIGEL BOTTOM: It’s sweet elation
BOTH: I love the places that words let me go, I love the way that your words move me so I love, that you feel, the same way I do And I love, You know that I love, You know that I love,