Who
Who really was that bawdy bard
Who held the world so mirrored.
Who chose a pen name for himself
and another for his wife.
Anne hath a way indeed she does
and will shake spear at time.
The man could spin a tale or two
he holds me rapt still yet
From all four hundred years gone on
since e'er he trod the globe
I know he's laughing at us yet
What was his given name?
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2009
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