“Don’t knO bt turn yor swNdz off twit! It went somTIN * Ik DIS: bt, soft! wot lite Thru yonder window brAkz?

It iz d east, Juliet iz d sun.

Arise, fair sun, kill d NVS moon, hu iz alredi 7k pale w grief, It iz my laD, O, it iz my luv!

O, dat she knew she wer!

She spkz yt she sAz Nuttin: wot of dat?

Her eye discourses; I wiL Ans it.

I M t% bold, tis not 2 me she spkz: Two of d fairest ** n aL d heavN, havN som Biz, do entreat her eyes 2 twinkle n thR spheres tl dey RT.

wot f her eyes wer ther, dey n her hed?

d brightness of her cheek wud shAm thOs **, az daylight doth a lamp; her eyes n heavN wud Thru d airy region stream so brite dat birds wud sing tink it wer not nyt.

c, how she leans her cheek upon her h!

O, dat I wer a glove upon dat h, dat I mite tuch dat cheek!”

“Cheers Shaz. thx m8.”

“L%k out. d invigilators comin yor way.”

“Do I cAR? M I bothered?”

Mike Kivi

Mike Kivi is a teacher and writer in schools (www.mikekivi.com)