Three Shakespeare poems
The Fist Of Fame
(On reading a theory accounting for Shakespeare’s shaky last
Say, five out of ten marks for spelling?
Stratford Grammar School script? Not the latest −
But the lines his pen scrawled are compelling
And esteemed among some of our greatest.
People read them and act them and quote them;
They are pointed or poignant or ballsy.
Sad to think of the hand that once wrote them
Succumbing to scrivener's palsy.
Poacher Into Poet
Sweet swan of Avon? Did Ben Jonson’s praise
Of Shakespeare leave some readers chuckling
Since fame and wealth had followed Stratford days
As poor provincial ugly duckling?
W.S. Vincit Omnia
400 years ago? Salute the name!
Time’s proved it truly no mean stayer
Perhaps because, in his time’s theatre game,
He was both Gentleman and Player.
If you have any comments on these poems, Jerome Betts would
be pleased to hear from you.