Sonnet 001

[failingmercury]

Romeo, Romeo, where art thou cousin mine?

Wherefore hast thou transported me away from hearth's embrace, Verona Beach, to this behemoth steel and strange? No succor nor companionship, nor physicians who surely must have attended to the mortal wounds the Prince of Cats inflicted on me ere I slept.

Or sleep I still, and in sleep dream?

Comments

[massagecat]

What.

[failingmercury]

I do beg your pardon?

[massagecat]

That is what I just gesticulated, sir.

[failingmercury]

I am Mercutio. Who art thou?

[massagecat]

Pantaleon Gregorius Whiskers, good sir.

Enjoy your voyage.

[failingmercury]

Then thou art my benefactor and the cause of my succor!

Whence sail we, Sir Whiskers?

[massagecat]

I am the ship's masseuse, yes.

We are heading for the Golden Shore, sir.