Shaking My Spear (Bjs Pentameter)

So foul and fair a day I have not seen

Gallant homie Caesar- where hath he been?

I maketh mine way on stallion divine

With fair maidens plenty drunk off mine wine...

Hands carress my schlong from dusk until dawn

Thy fair maidens wanting to get it on

Arise my serpent: kill the sexual spot

Who is already soft and wet and hot

That thou her ____ art far more tight than end

Sitteth she down upon blanket and bend

Mountain peaks and throbbing crevace on mind

Getteth me ready for bump and for grind

Bobbing on my knob and turning me on

We knocked the boots until six in the morn

But soft- what wench through yonder forest calls?

Begging and pleading for mine c__k
and balls

For mine day of pimping has just begun

I shall not rest til I getteth me some

Of course, I stole the first line from Shakespeare... I hoped you enjoyed my shot at pentameter