Young Bertie Shakespeare struggled hard to match the brilliance of the Bard. Alas his prissy polished prose, was too articulate for those who shun the classical quixotic for language crude and sex erotic.
So Bertie felt to earn a crust that he must turn from art to lust. At first he tried a damn and blast but on that slippery slope at last, he shed all shame and inhibition and moved to the extreme position; where every noun he’d strive to give an Anglo-Saxon adjective.