Shakespeare’s Birthday
Did you send him a card?
Who?
The Bard.
Why?
It’s his birthday.
Wow! I didn’t know – how old is he?
He was born five hundred and fifty-four years ago.
Which makes him…?
If alive, he would be five hundred and fifty-four years old.
That’s a lot of candles!
It surely would be. But, he died in sixteen sixteen.
That’s sad.
On his birthday.
That’s very sad. (there is a short pause) Before or after the cake?
I think it was during.
Death by Chocolate?
Quite possibly.
Sad, and yet, not totally.
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Its a good poem that one! Very clever to die on your birthday. I never knew he did that as well as all the other miracles he performed by written word.
Thank you – it’s not very poetical; but, I do like my dialogues. G:)
ah, the old death by chocolate…..I thought it was the Julius Ceasar salad myself ❤ or green eggs and Spamlet.
Go you! With all your wisdom and wordplay on! G:)
ha, thought you’d appreciate my fine wit and humor 🙂 couldn’t make up something for Tybalt (R&J fame) so had to use the old same old 🙂
Fusion Food – a Thai-Balti, G:)
and there you have it, from the master himself 🙂 now on to Mercutio…..
It’s not the Mercedes you hide… it’s the Merc you show! G:)