#6 - Thanks WS for another inspiration.
But, Hark! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East and VOLT is the sun.
Arise fair sun, and kill the envious mod,
Who is already weak of battery with grief,
That thou her maid produce more vapor than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vapor is but tasteless and weak
And none but fools do puff it; cast it off.
It is my Volt, O, it is my love!
O, that I had more RY4!
She puffs yet no vapor: what of that?
Her LED flashes; I will charge it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me it flashes:
Two batteries in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her pcc
To charge in their slot till they return.
What if her VOLT were there, they in her lips?
The brightness of her Volt would shame those mod's,
As daylight doth a lamp; her vapor in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so thick
That birds would sing and think it were clouds.
See, how she leans her lips upon her VOLT!
O, that I were the lips upon that volt,
That I might taste that vape!
But, Hark! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East and VOLT is the sun.
Arise fair sun, and kill the envious mod,
Who is already weak of battery with grief,
That thou her maid produce more vapor than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vapor is but tasteless and weak
And none but fools do puff it; cast it off.
It is my Volt, O, it is my love!
O, that I had more RY4!
She puffs yet no vapor: what of that?
Her LED flashes; I will charge it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me it flashes:
Two batteries in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her pcc
To charge in their slot till they return.
What if her VOLT were there, they in her lips?
The brightness of her Volt would shame those mod's,
As daylight doth a lamp; her vapor in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so thick
That birds would sing and think it were clouds.
See, how she leans her lips upon her VOLT!
O, that I were the lips upon that volt,
That I might taste that vape!