Shakespeare was full of himself
About every other sonnet he sings
About the beauty gazed upon forever
All because he himself made the writing kinda clever

Just maybe he knew
We would fawn over his work this long
Oh I’m sure he was full of high poet esteem
Or maybe he too could say “I had a dream”

I know this poem will not last
But it makes me smile on time past
To think and write about my week, future, fun plans
Or every once in a while

Just thinking of Ol’ Shakespeare