Shakespeare in his bloomers svelte
Wrote of love and how he felt…
Yet he seemed to be confused,
even in his witty muse.
He loved a lady fair with scarlet,
yet he often called her harlot.
He loved a young male of letters wrote,
but begged him times a sorrowful note.
His mind of genius and of words,
repeated times are often heard.
In plays and sonnets and in verse,
Thespians memories do rehearse.
So, his creative thoughts of madness,
the soulful writer’s joy and sadness.
A birthday we do with rememberance,
and seek our own Shakespearean semblance.
Copyrighted: CMM 2009