Get Your Mack(Beth) On With This Contest

And as we end another week, a new pair of star-cross’d lovers (a Fleshbot reader and a porno) shall make their civil hands unclean.

We’d like to take a moment and thank Madison Young for presenting “The Curse of MacBeth” to the world. She has a lot of guts for fucking with Shakespeare (literally penis-and-vagina-ing Shakespeare), and it’s something we’d like to see more of. As always, that’s where you, the highly literate and ever-creative Fleshbot readers, come in.

For this week’s contest, we’d like to hear you flirt. Spit your game in Shakespearean English for some fly 17th Century honeys. If you were approached by a couple of foxy wenches, what would you say to free them of their frocks? Imitate Shakespeare however you’d like; rhyme, meter, word choice, and confusing innuendos are just a few of the tools at your disposal.

Post your entries in the comments section. Perhaps your skillful persuasions will prompt parody porn directors to set their sights on some classic theater. Or maybe some you’ll make an impression on some horny drama major. It’s hard to say. What we can say is the winner will receive a copy of “The Curse of MacBeth” and mad Thespian street cred.

Speaking of street cred, it’s time for us to give some out! Last week’s odes to Lisa Ann produced some glorious work. If she read this site (does she read this site?), she would be most flattered. But this moment is not about Lisa Ann; it’s about you.

As always, all of the entries were brilliant. Beaker delivered another volley of clever haiku. mattyte made a strong endorsement for MILF-assisted death:

Queen of the Cougars
Being mauled by Lisa Ann
Perfect way to go

On the longer side of things, Dethzilla treated us to a near-epic poem about reincarnation. We’re guessing you’d need about a billion karma points to come back as anything close to Lisa Ann, but we nonetheless love the line the silent motorboat.

But we have to give it up to offred, whose adoration for Lisa Ann is only matched by his powers of iambic pentameter.

Ode to Lisa Ann (A Sonnet – my first attempt at one, be gentle)

Oh Lisa Ann, thy subjects will be true
Toward thy bosom, hanging like ripe fruit.
Its ample offers craft a heady brew,
That clouds the minds of even the astute.

By teaming with the fair Julia Ann,
Thou plays in waters leading thou to shiver.
To watch thy exploits will lead ev’ry man,
To tremble, with their manhoods all a-quiver.

When I was young and green in days of yore,
I quested vainly to attract a sylph.
Alas, I now know that which I adore;
The beauteous curves found only on a MILF.

My want for thou is not for Sarah Palin,
But to go rogue in a fit of heedless nailin’.

Anyone who rhymes “sylph” with “MILF” is a baller in our book. Congratulations, offred! You just earned yourself a fresh, soggy copy of Wet! We’ll be contacting you through your profile page to let you know how to claim your prize.

· Madison Young picture via Jizz Bomb (nsgalleries.com)

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  • Anonymous

    Ladies that you are, though angels you must surely be,
    wouldst that I beg thine attention and indulgence for the merest of moments?
    For it is the merest yet greatest of things that I wouldst seek,
    To make of this dreary world a better place,
    and to increase the blessings of the divine firmament upon this ragamuffiin motley we name “mankind”.
    For surely, that name dost lie, for man is unkind. Indeed, man’s lies be the greatest of unkindness,
    While the gentleness of womanhood be the kindest of all when she doth lie with a man.
    Ah, but there’s the rub, and the crux of my proposition to be laid bare!
    Again must I beg, in that your patience wanes while my speech waxes in length,
    Please! To indulge my tongue’s thickness, shall I endeavor to achieve a depth that wouldst justify thine pleasure!
    To be blunt, then, shall I make to the point?
    Joy, then, shall I shout to the heavens, for it is joy that I seek.
    Not mine, but thine, for your beauty is a heavenly sign,
    That redemption is to be found in joy, and joy to be had in pleasure!
    And so it is the pleasure of your company that I seek, a joy to be had,
    if we three somehow were to join in heavenly delight.
    Thus does my speech conclude, an unnatural length to bring the cock’s crow,
    As I would spend the night in thine ladies’ presence
    To ensure thy joy above and before mine own
    And to glorify the heavens until the approach of the softening dawn.

  • Anonymous

    Parting is such sweet sorrow, unless it be the splitting of your legs.

  • MalzyWheels

    Sorry. But after thinking of the opening question, I had to post it.

    If I werst to compare thee to a frolicking summer’s day,
    wouldst thou look upon thyself as a lowly Summer’s Eve?
    Thou art so lovely, and so fine,
    with golden locks of pearls draping around thine fair, beautiful face.
    Thou bosom arst so ample, so healthy, so grand,
    Like a majestic mountain range ye admires off in the vast horizon.
    With a stout, strong frame, with padding whereat one wouldst expect,
    I wouldst grasp unto to thee by the behind and mount thy person like a rabid dog.
    But I get carried away with thyself.

  • Beaker

    16th Century Renaissance. 17th Century Baroque. How could they write in such a manner? It gave me a headache. I fell back upon what I enjoy. So, without further adieu, I give you short and pithy haiku :-)

    —–
    Bounteous bosom!
    Forgive my joyous outburst.
    Thy peaks enrapture.
    —–
    Divine anatomy.
    Beauty spills forth from thy pores.
    Drench me with thy flood!
    —–
    Baroque pulchritude.
    Abundant and plump, thou art.
    Care to bounce with me?
    —–
    Thou be courtesan?
    I pray thee, answer softly.
    My wife is nearby.
    —–

  • Anonymous

    Thanks to the fleshbots and commenters for the kind feedback and for the win. Looking back, I see spots to improve it but if time permits, I’ll use those lessons for an entry this week. Thanks again, and I’ll be looking out for my copy of Wet. (What I’m really looking to do is earn my star…)