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Many things are ludicrous
I wrote volumes centuries ago
what do auld eyes grasp now?
the bard laments in his barrow.

I, Shakespeare, wake up in assuage world
behold this chivalry
behold the modesty that does not befit
a mistress or a humble gentleman
stylish and eccentrically dressed.

In a moment of inspiration.
on the road from London to Paris
Shakespeare could write.
this blessed land, this kingdom, this England
could have been written in solemn tones.
close to me on the plane seat.

After a few drinks.
I lent him my headphones.
I'm going to continue with this.
I may not be able to write.

He likes my watch
with a cover by Holzken
when I'm not looking out the window
I was flying through the sky in my verse
I've never been in a world like this.

In the Elizabethan era
Men held higher positions than female
women were forbidden to work
they had to bear children and household
cleaning, cooking, and caring for children.

When Juliet asked Romeo, "What's up?"
the young boy goes, "Cow, what is your quest?"
Bard, never alter your lines.
Thank you, rapt women, of all ages, for your lyrics.

Waking up from a long sleep
Remembering the past
visited the royal scene, suburbs, and theaters
walked through Warwickshire and Stratford.

A device called "TV"
a catalyst for family gatherings
It also spreads poison
he realized within himself
not to waste the few hours he had left.

You immortalize yourself through poetry
In a lonesome crypt after death
Your poems should resonate with many
Let it echo forever.
You asked Hamlet's question.
"Be or not?"

Written: January 13, 2023

Shakespeare In 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

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