Dear Shakespeare

Wed, 04/03/2019 - 09:57 -- ReichA

Dear Shakespeare:

‘Tis One P.M.

The Clock tick-eth slowly

‘Swounds!

My face is all a-glower

In this lone, tort’rous hour

 

Oh, agony! Oh, villain!

Oh horrible deed,

Most egregious act.

He who dares to use-eth

Confounding English

And sinful syntax

FACE MY WRATH

He who doth ruin

English class

 

Dearest Shakespeare,

Thy famous quote, I myself

Each day must answer…

To be or not to be?

To die…to sleep?

Die of boredom or

Sleep-eth in class

The choice is mine to make

I SHALL NOT STAY AWAKE!!!

 

Do’st thou hear me, Shakespeare?

Hear me loud and clear:

I hate-eth

Loath-eth

Detest-eth

Despise-eth

Refuse-eth to read-eth

Anything from Shakespeare

(My speech end-eth here)

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

cassidyrae33

I found the humor in this poem. I like how you compare the significance of sleep to the severity of death to the idea of dying of boredom in class. This brings a smile to anyone who reads this powm.

ReichA

Thank you so much!!

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