Son of Shakespeare
The only plays I have written feature widows and harlots… such is my life story.
Crowned the Queen a classical crooner in falsetto one night; need you worry?
Twas’ a night not quite like this one when I snuck into the castle,
Past the guards that secure all entrances, fastened to their posts like slave shackles.
Scaled a 20ft wall that seemed to lift beyond 40,
Upwards past the Prince, upwards past the princess…
If she had been a few years more dare I ever confess myself a predator with such prowess?
Onwards more… more…!
Into her majesty’s window following up with a risky tackle.
Dismounted her from her feet and subdued her with my belt.
Twas’ this night I gave the queen my loins,
The full frontal mammalian experience.
I may not have written plays, but I’ve captured The flag, her royal embroidery.