Shakespeare's Lament

To yon tavern will I go no more
They fed’st me rancid fare
So now upon the privy sit
My burning arse laid bare
 
My nightgown all a-fouled with puke
I knowest the bed I’ve shit
On the morrow will she break my balls  
For she hath rolled in it
 
All this suffered for a draught of ale
And the company of a whore
As I relate this woeful spate
I vow lord never more!
 
 
(Until the next time)  ;-)