Shakespeare's Sonnet LXXIII, as interpreted by the AOLer translator, which turns whatever you feed it into 12-year-old-h4x0r pr0z3. Link stolen from scottfreeman.
TAHT TIEM OF YEAR THOU MAYST IN ME BHOLD WHEN Y3LOW LEAEVS OR NON3 OR F3W DO HANG UPON THOS3 BOUGHS WHICH SHAEK AGANEST TEH COLD R RUIN’D CHOIRS WHARE LAET TEH SWET BIRDS SANG1!!1! OMG WTF IN ME THOU SE’ST TEH TWILIGHT OF SUCH DAY AS AFTAR SUNS3T FAEDTH IN DA WEST WHICH BY AND BY BLAK NIGHT DOTH TAEK AWAY D3ATH’S SECOND SELF TAHT S3ALS UP AL IN RAST!!!!!11! IN ME THOU SE’ST TEH GLOWNG OF SUCH FIER TAHT ON DA ASHES OF HIS U DOTH LEI AS DA DEATH-BD WHAREON IT MUST EXPIER CONSUM’D WIT TAHT WHICH IT WAS NOURISH’D BY!1111 WTF THIS THOU PARCEIV’ST WHICH MAEKS THY LOVE MOR3 STRONG 2 LOV3 TAHT W3L WHICH THOU MUST L3AEV ER3 LONG1!!1!1!! WTF