Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Shakespeare's Rush

I arrive at the theatre suitably gowned and prepared for my reading.

Over hill, over dale,
Through Brush, through brier,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, through fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Through gypsy camp, through Hermitage,
Swifter than Moonbeam's sphere;
I serve our Enchantress dear,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The donkeys all her pensioners be:
In their varied coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some serpents here and dewdrops there,
And hang a pearl in every donkeys ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'd best be gone.

With my deepest apologies to William Shakespeare, the greatest Bard of all time.


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