I took Maria to see Macbeth,
She told me after she was bored to death.

The following day we went to Othello,
I could tell her brain was turning to Jell-o.

But even so there was no respite,
I made her watch Hamlet and Twelfth Night.

It was while we were at our fifth King Lear
That I knew for certain the end was near.

It came with Henry the Sixth part two,
She upped and cried: "That's it, we're through!"

Whoever said breaking up was hard?
It's easy enough with help from the Bard.