Reactions To Wm. Shakespeare As The Puck Of All Time

Picture here; Coriolanus baring his disdain before becoming a human pincushion,

and his public never even said thank you for his having saved Rome,

at least not while he was strutting and breathing.

Willie Shakes, you hobgoblin!

Linda, make a note to self to write a thank-you note for this past weekend’s party.

Picture here; Lady M walking along her lunatic, stony halls

as she sheds increasingly larger numbers of skin cells,

and those off-center pieces of her mind with every step.

Wills, you mischievous fairy!

Even back then you found a chance for mayhem and bedlam.

Picture here; the horror, 

and tastelessness (no pun intended!) of Tamora’s final meal.

She, then dying, with the essence of her two sons on her breath.

Wild Willie, cannibalism?  You’re such a jester.

And, I’ve never trusted anyone with insincere flattery that lay on their tongue.

Picture here; Juliet starry eyes (vb.) herself into the night from her balcony.

Romeo and Jules, the bones of their inauspicious love destiny 

buried under Capulet’s golden stone.

Mr. Shakespeare, you imp, were you just (Puck)ing with us?

Because I never had to abuse myself to prove my love to anyone.

Picture here; Posthumus’s needless suffering,

he, needing to tone down the fire of his green-eyed dragon

while testing his true love’s true love.

Shakey, you are a real sprite, to set him up for such a game.

When passion slips into jealousy, all heck’s bound to break loose.

William Shakespeare, you sure knew how to write ‘em!