Just Thinking of Ol' Shakespeare

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