Inexpensive Shakespearian Blancmange
For Macbeth it were done quickly,
For Hamlet it wasn't to be
For Desdemona's blackamoore pal,
The Ides were the death of J.C.
Poor Duncan, he died quickly,
Unlike his brother the Pope
He choked on a wafer while gulping his wine,
Poor bugger, he just couldn't cope
The Bard would try to kill us all,
He'd slaughter every one -
He'd cram us full of sonnets and worse
Until he saw us fall.
A kick in the Coriolanus
Pleasure for pleasure I'll give
If all our dreams were of midsummer's night
We shouldn't have left Tel-Aviv
A sonnet could soonest be mended
By giving it Timon to lisp
or straight to Othello-a serious fellow,
And not in the least a big wisp!
For why were the Windsor's wives merry?
And why did dear Oberon weep?
The chimpanzees' precis of Bacon
Was fearfully ratty and cheap:
| Contributors: | Stacy, TG, The Agent Apsley, Bop, jg. |
| Poem finished: | 2nd May 1998. |