I Was a Teenage Shakespeare - With Apologies To Michael Landon

I wore my leather jacket for the midnight crawl; Howled a sonnet at the rising moon. In a comedy of errors, let the engine stall; Told my baby she’d be rescued soon. I’m gonna rock like Romeo; roll your bones. Gonna rock and roll with literary overtones. I took an upstage lead with my soliloquy, Emoting bold intentions, hand in glove, Seducing her to be, or maybe not to be, With soft iambic cadences of love. I’m gonna rock like Hamlet; roll like old King Lear. Gonna rock you as you like it then I’ll chug a beer. I went about love’s labors with midsummer’s nerve; Pledged sweet nothings without much ado. Traced the upswept contour of her cashmere curve; Went downstairs to tame her naughty shrew. I’m gonna rock like Falstaff when the Wolfman howls, His Elizabethan accent full of shifting vowels. I’m gonna be the rebel at the high school dance; Treat the merry wives of Windsor to a group romance.