MUCH OF ADO ABOUT NOTHING
Owd Bill Shakespeare from Stratford upon Avon
A proud gentleman of high renown.
He was a playwright, a poet and among other things
The most popular man about town.
He married a girl called Anne Hathaway
And they lived in a cottage of stone.
With a roof of thatched hay, but sadly to say
Both William and Anne are now gone.
But Bills remembered as being a genius
And that’s never been open to question.
For he wrote about Romeo and Juliet
But it did now’t for my indigestion.
King Lear, As You Like It, A Midsummer Nights Dream
Not one of his plays did owt for me.
They’re all too highbrow and I’ll tell thee now
I would have never asked owd Bill round for tea.
Cos I’m not into his kind of writin
It don’t appeal to mi workin class roots.
I’d sooner read Agatha Christie
Or Catherine Cooksons good books.
Still one mans meat is another mans poison
And millions still like owd Bills plays
They still worship the ground that he walked on
In Stratford upon Avon’s bygone days.
By
Alfred Weston
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