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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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,

NIGEL BOTTOM (spoken):
Me too!