A Knock at the Door – The Bard Version.

A Knock at the Door – The Bard Version.

“A Knock at the door;

there was nobody there.”

“Nobody there?”

“Nobody there.

“So I shut the door,

and there he stood.”

“There he stood?”

“There he stood.

“Wearing doublet and hose,

And a ruff round his neck.”

“A ruff round his neck?”

“A ruff round his neck.

“And then…”

“And then?”

“He started reciting the words of the Bard:

‘To be or not to be…’

Hamlet’s soliloquy upon self murther.”

“And what did he then?”

“He finished the quote

and passed me a note.”

“And what did it say?”

“The note it said, quote:

‘All the world’s a stage,

and Shakespeare’s all the rage;

his plays are fab,

he has the gift of the gab

in his words written down –

he’s the talk of the town.’

and I stared at him there.”

“What did he then?”

“He returned hence from when

he had travelled;

I waved him adieu,

what I tell you is true;

and his spirit form quickly unravelled.”

“I hear words that shock;

but, why did he knock?

“Because, when it’s related to Will,

some things are a mystery, still.”


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