Tag Archives: #Bard

Bardolatry!

Don’t be affear’d;

my Bard is worse than my bite;

from first night to twelfth,

and beyond

a pond of flesh?

Pray, tarry not-

“Who writes this rot?”

I cans’t not tell

If all is well

that endeth such –

It is all too much a do.

Let loose the dogs

of Waterloo,

and if you

are waiting,

nothing will come.

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Shakespeare’s Birthday #Shakespeare

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.