Introduction
O' reader, here ye see Romeo and Juliet,
But not those, another will come, but not yet,
Those whose true love seen as a bloodline threat
No descendents, families fell to debt.
And thus ended the reign of Capulet.
But Capulet isn't the focus of me,
For today's focus is a love story.
We'lln't focus on Romeo, the pedo,
Nor we'll the likes of Shakespeare's history.
But between two people with an ovary.
A story that has never, until yet, been;
What if Juliet were a lesbian?
Prologue
There's a tale of a man who'd gone so low,
'Tis the ancient old tale of Romeo.
He'd shout "Juliet, who I love to the end,
This is not some game for I to pretend!
Why must our rulers above keep away our star-crossed love?"
And Lady Capulet screams "Romeo, damned witch,
"I despise thee, leave or thee–... shall be stitched!"
Romeo stays still in awe, he steps away.
Juliet's well aware of his dismay.
Romeo:
"Oh, Ms. Capulet, I must have Juliet!
Oh she's my love, my fated red string thread!"
Lady Capulet:
"Romeo, it is not love; just untrue lust,
Thy lustful mental state I cannot trust!"
Juliet still waits to be in the queen's stead,
And this conversation fills her with dread.
For these two houses, however thee alike,
Juliet had equally disliked.
She truly did not want to be the queen;
She just wanted to live somewhat unseen.
She did not want to be loved by this man
And denied to be the kingdom's woman
With no options, from her balcony she ran
She'd not bow to either difficult hand.
But she ran into a wall. Literally.
