By Bud Koenemund
A bit of serious silliness in the name of my friend, teacher,
and Master sonneteer, Mr. William Shakespeare.
If ‘twere true I did actually say
But half the shite attributed to me
With Internet memes, the count of my plays
Would blossom from 38 to 50.
Although I invented some two thousand
Words and phrases – simply plucked from thin air –
And our language by my hand did expand,
I beg thee friends, cease, keep peace, and forbear
To disgrace my work with thy online faults;
Rather, praise the right author’s creation,
And spare my reputation these assaults,
Which in the soul engender frustration.
I wish a plague
upon those who would dare
my genius with such prose impaired.