When I Proved Shakespeare Wrong
There was too much ado about nothing,
A nothing that was poured something --
Still ended up as if there was nothing,
At least we tried, maybe that's something.
Don John stirred too much ado about nothing,
Claudio fought hard to mean something --
Tears under olive trees poured to nothing,
At least they cried, maybe it's something.
Now there is no ado about anything,
Your nothing became my something --
Still ended up into my loathing,
At least I tried? I tried for nothing.
Oh how I loathe, that I ended up with nothing.
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