While we’re on the subject of madness or silliness or whatever – not to mention Shakespeare – here’s another piece of complete rubbish that I writ/wrot/wrote a little while ago. Regardless of poetic ‘errors’ it was fun getting the kids to recognise all the plays …
Apologies for the double spacing – can’t seem to do anything about it (and Karim is conveniently away!!!!) …
It is a dark and stormy night –
The tempest roars with all its might;
A winter’s tale indeed – just as
you like it. Filled with verse that has
so much ado about nothing – much;
Love’s labour’s lost, so please don’t touch
the merry wives of Windsor. Say,
two gentlemen came by today
from somewhere – p’rhaps Verona, yes?
They asked for Troilus, then for Cress,
then further asked me if I knew
about the taming of the shrew!
P’rhaps the full moon’s made me ill
or e’en Twelfth Night – or what you will?
Pray, help! This dream on Midsummer’s Night
won’t stop. Don’t laugh! Don’t mock my fright!
I dream of a merchant from Venice hence
and, measure for measure, I can’t make sense
of the comedy of errors. And then, to boot,
King John has arrived with a friend and a flute
of champagne, which we share. Cymbeline (how absurd)
has got really quite drunk – and shot Richard the Third.
Now Henry the Sixth has shown up in three parts
and Romeo and Juliet tug at our hearts,
and Titus Andronicus – (Cor! What a beast!) –
has invited King Lear and Othello to feast
on some ham(let) – but let us not dither and dally –
Coriolanus and Caesar await down the alley!
Pericles taunts poor King Henry the Fourth –
(who’s now of two minds – and two parts) – and up north
King Richard the Second is reading Macbeth
while King Henry the Eighth puts his wives all to death,
And Timon of Athens meets Cleo and Tony
while Henry the Fifth has a fall from his pony –
What a dream! What a mess! But do not despair:
All’s well that ends well, I assure you, so there!
Yes, a dream of all dreams – I’m still in a daze, –
but at least now I know all the names of the plays!