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Said aged King Lear
"My daughters I do fear!"
They then drove him somewhat mad
(Tragedies, ya know, are kinda sad)
The love of Benedick and Beatrice
Was sealed with a most sloppy kiss
It came as no great surprise
Their banter was flirting in thin disguise
Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile
Would hardly ever smile
She felt her power slipping through her grasp
So she bowed out with the help of a little Asp
Roland and Apsley got wed
(Though not characters in the Bard's head)
It must be a play that was lost
When Apsley's wife bit the frost
Hamlet, we hear, was a Dane
Whose gal was a bit less than sane
He spoke with the ghost of his dad
Not the best evening he'd ever had
Lady Macbeth washed her hands
Metaphorically, one understands,
But no matter how she would plot
Nought but death could out that damned spot
Rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead so I've been told
Their friendship with Hamlet they greedily sold
But never was a mouth mealier
Or a play more touchy-feelier
When performing in the Scottish play
Never speak the title or alas and lackaday!
Sundry disasters are bound to befall
Banquo's ghost will come to call
Romeo and Juliet committed suicide
Life without the other each could not abide
The knife, the potion--such ado
The fate of Capulet and Montague
Mercy did Portia extol
Appealing to Shylock's soul
While he was merchandising
Antonio was downsizing
Marcus Antonius
And his cronius
At Caesar's death were ravian
They may have underestimated Octavian
Titania, fairy queen
Is seldom ever seen
But charms, she's got 'em
As noted by Bottom
| Contributors: | Beefy, Karin, Apsley, F, Grayman, Ethetran, Padfoot, Big Andy, Nigel Sly, fester, N. |
| Poem finished: | 1st January 2004 by Karin. |