Oh, poor Juliet, for Romeo she did fall,

She answered the bitter-sweet love call.

No-one can now save her out,

Not even a boy-scout.

It would have all been fine,

It would all have been nice, rather,

If their families weren't enemies for generations nine.

She would be yelled at by her mother,

She would disappoint her respected father.

Romeo is banished away,

She puts on a wonderful display.

Her own death stages she,

"Oh, Romeo, come back to me!"

Romeo sees her still after a fight,

On his heart falls the darkest night.

He drinks a potion, as lethal as a blade,

Juliet awakes; she is petrified by death's shade.

"oh, Romeo, my love," she cries

And her own life she takes.

Their families paid a high price,

But in their grief, friendship its way makes.