The happiest of birthdays to thee, Will!
\n(As happy as they are that come around
\nWhen once the honoree is underground!)
\nThe wormy company has had its fill,
\nThe water in the crypt has washed your bones
\nAnd bleached your gravecloth napkin snowy white.
\nThe silver of your buttons, polished bright
\nLie scattered in the casket \u2018neath the stones.
\nBut like a crowd of guests that will not leave
\nThe half-cleared dining table, talking on
\nUntil the night wears thin before the dawn,
\nYour readership remains, for we believe
\nOur dreadful sonnets might just raise your ghost
\nTo raise a glass and join us in a toast.<\/p>\n
Originally posted on Making Light<\/a>, where it spawned a substantial number of sonnets. So I wrote another one praising the people who joined in:<\/p>\n The ghostly Bard reloads the thread again The happiest of birthdays to thee, Will! (As happy as they are that come around When once the honoree is underground!) The wormy company has had its fill, The water in the crypt has washed your bones And bleached your gravecloth napkin snowy white. The silver of your buttons, polished bright Lie scattered in the … Continue reading On the birthday of Will Shakespeare<\/span>
\nHe knows he should be working on a script
\nBut no one sees he’s surfing in his crypt
\nAnd he deserves distraction now and then.
\nThe iPad gets a signal even there
\n(Will Shakespeare ever was Teh Shiny’s slave
\nFrom words to gadgets, even in the grave.)
\nThen from the crypt, a cry of deep despair.
\n“I thought she said the sonnets would be bad,
\nSo I could take a break, and have fun haunting
\nAll who defiled my art! I’d hover, daunting
\nThe versifiers! Drive them mute and mad!
\nBut I can’t punish these instead of work.
\nI wish they’d write some trash so I can shirk!”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"