When I called on Avon's Holy Trinity Church
to show some alas respect to the late great Bard
his body bones were still there but his head was gone.
What up? Did some one-percenter get on the phone,
have it dug up for Sotheby's by some local 'tard
smoking a bone down by the river on his perch?
Graph courtesy of Petr Plecha'Ä. Depicts the relative authorship of Henry VIII.
(Image by Petr PlecháÄ) Details DMCA
Since postmods kicked the doors in, some gays claim that Bill
is now their own; some sonnets cross-dress, they say. Hmph!
We're told he was a gangster, slumlord, and druggie.
They've unloaded the cannon on his legacy.
A Czech's AI parsings claim some plays lack his oomph
and were written by some other guy. I get shrill.
Double-tapping God with two big bangs to the head's
one thing -- He had it coming -- but the Bard? My meds!
