A bard from Stratford called Will
Never had enough strength in his quill.
He asked for Viagra,
But never could find her.
Forsooth Will, it's only a pill.
Upon the road to
Priddy Fair,
I met a maid with golden hair.
We argued all night
As to who had the right
To do what with whom and where.
The great English
game of cricket
Evolved quite by chance near a thicket.
When a harvester boss
Threw his mate a full toss,
And the bit in between was the wicket.
There once was an
English rose,
Who in the nude used to pose.
Some thought it bold,
As she was rather old.
But she did have a very nice nose.
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A bard from Stratford called WIll
Luckily fell in a still.
He said with a shout
To a passing lout:
"For God's sake don't send me the bill."
A bard from Stratford
called Will
Thought his girlfriend was on the pill.
When told in the pub
"Your girl's in the club",
He ran away with a woman called Jill.
My dream on a midsummer
night
Gave Titania a bit of a fright.
It looked awfully large,
Akin to a barge,
But t'was all a trick of the light.
My dream on a midsummer
night
When the moon casts its luminous light
Is to walk with my love
while the stars shine above
And the future looks perfect and bright.
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A bard from
Stratford called Will
Had a most magnificent quill.
Whenhe flourished his plume,
He lit Romeo's gloom
And gave Juilet such a thrill.
A bard from Stratford called Will
Drank some whiskey that made him quite ill.
Those three Scottish witches
Made him sick to the breeches.
Now he drinks Gin from a good English still.
When Henry fought at Agincourt,
He found himself ten archers short.
"I must have the barrows
With plenty of arrows,
Or this battle will all come to nought."
There once was an
English rose
With a large and roseate nose.
But it wasn't much fun
When the cold made it run,
And the drips that fell from it they froze.
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Shakespearian Poetry
Competition