I’ll tell you of a writer, Bill the Bard as he was known,

a bloke that wrote a load of plays and verse.

He started out when good old Liz the First was on the throne,

and gave his actors plenty to rehearse.

 

He wasn’t all that famous but he got some well-earnt praise,

and coined some phrases never used before,

like green-eyed monster, elbow room, and also salad days,

so well-known now along with many more.

 

His reputation snowballed ‘cross the centuries that passed,

renowned for the sheer volume of his work;

twixt comedies and tragedies, the sonnets he amassed

might make you think his quill had run berserk.

 

In theatres today his many dramas still appear,

with its archaic language recognised,

and all those famous speeches are as music to our ear,

the cherished words of one who’s idolised.