Two housebounds, both alike in big-nity,
In fatso YouTube, where we lay our scene,
From eating fudge break to new mutiny,
Where beetus'd blood makes beetus'd hands unclean.
From forth the braized pork loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd heifers war with strife;
Whose misadventured gluttonous overthrows
Do with their channels support their deathfat life.
The fearful absence of their stretch-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their online rage,
Which, but their fatness' end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with haydur's eyes attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.