How Shakespearean Am I?

Well after getting successfully distracted from my Irish Poetry essay, I had stumbled across this little weird test thing on Oxford online Dictionary (at least I was sidetracked to something educational).
If you type in a song or poem, or perhaps a phrase of your own everyday language you will receive a percentage of how Shakespearean you are. So I decided to have a go. This was my first entry:
The lone quiet riparian holds the beauty of youth long lost
Smiles and laughter echo faintly
Flowing through blankets of snowdrops, cowslips all glossed.
Tears so fragile and dainty
Fall from the children mourning for their past
With a Faery hand in hand,
Cries stream from small eyes, pain so grand.
(my own poem)
The result was 90% Shakespearean. It also asked if I lived in Rose Theatre.

I can see what I shall be doing all night :)

A Little Revenge

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
William Shakespeare

Today I had the unfortunate experience of being picked up and shoved into a supermarket freezer by my dad. To be fair, I deserved some sort of revenge, just not to that extent. See when me and my dad go anywhere, we act like two little kids. I just happened to lose. 
Now this freezer business was due to the fact I annoyed my dad a little too much. Why he chose the freezers with many people in the aisle, I do not know. I truly had made one little kid's day. 

As for my revenge. I have a plan. I simply shall not revenge. I shall move on and forget. Did I say not revenge? Well I meant just yet.  
After all, there is method in the madness.