A little something to celebrate the birth of uncle Bill, and knocking on the door of a weekly writing challenge:
To Bury Shakespeare
Shall I compare you to a bag of douche?
You speak more smugly and knowing it all
Before your erudition we seem louche
The leering, unendowed, intellect small
And even when you get too grandiose
Calling the sun and moon to witness bear
You carry it with such nonchalant pose
That women swoon and call your poesy fair
We steal your words between our gritted teeth
Become the plagiarist to lift a skirt
They may succumb, but we know underneath
We are your students in the art of flirt
So long as women want romantic words
You are the Jock and we are but the Nerds
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3 thoughts on “To Bury Shakespeare”
If music be the food of love, play on. 🙂 In any case, fwiw, I think the Bard would probably appreciate his poesy used in the service of so noble an enterprise as love or harmless lust.
Henry V 5:2 never fails: Kate, I cannot look greenly nor gasp out my eloquence…