Thine brevity is bereft of wit. And thy poem rhymes like that of a twit. Loquacious scribings hath wit overflowing like the bacchanalian cup overfloweth with w

Thine brevity is bereft of wit. And thy poem rhymes like that of a twit. Loquacious scribings hath wit overflowing like the bacchanalian cup overfloweth with wine. And so brother take my Shakespearian cup of rhyme, and come let us dine. (Sorry couldn't think of anything that rhymed with wit. Except tit which isn't better, or dimwit.)