This is the prop poem from a production of Much Ado About Nothing I was in back in 2004 at Interlochen - just found it in a stack of high school memorabilia.  I am awash with nostalgia.

I used to think on thee with not but scorn

For thou spoke of me not but with disdain

and now I think thou note’st me fair and fain

I’d so note thee and not just blow my horn

I now would have thee be my own lady

with Fair hands my Rough soldier’s heart to school

and yet I fear though Notest me a Fool

with sense and wit becoming a Baby

I know I have a soldier’s bold brave part

to play; with thee I’m quick to make it stand

So you’ll not think me soft or weak at play

I wish to give thee both my head and heart,

my lips, my poniard and my soldier’s hand;

to stick with thee the morrow, past, today.

Well done, Prop Master.