“To Thine Own Self”

(Hamlet: Shakespeare)

No offence to the Bard,

But I found it quite hard

When composing a sonnet

My face had a frown on it….

His iambic pentameter

Could not have been sweeter –

Mine should have been neater….

His verse flowed like sweet wine,

Every word quite divine –

Rough and ready, was mine!

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