I am a heart-felt Shakespeare

A much lesser Bard, of course

Confession, I am a Yank dreamer

Conjuring up clever deadly trysts

Whilst cloaked wizards poof away

Oh Isle of Shires, Hams and Fields

Eternal rolling greens and bogs

I think you house mystic beings

Or perhaps medieval wrongs

Cold tyranny and pompous gallantry

Schizophrenic in their historic dance

Rule the world for just a moment

Alas, globally labeled stiffs and bores

Until salt aged pubs are examined

If only I could cross the pond

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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