Was Shakespeare laughing

Still in his grave

Making dreams for those

Who have none

And standing loudly

He told insulting paradoxes

Cracking his will of jest

Till we loved eternally

In a moon lit comedy

His intentions for applause

Came suddenly

Roses rained at the parade

Till our tears were worthwhile

And then

I had to smile.

If dire consequences were sold

In creepy dime stores

Would you choose my favorite hat

And would my hat bring fame

Maybe because it rotated

Or had a mouth

Perhaps I was just rolling

Going into obsolete places

Acting like a chair was a person.

You sold my hat

I hugged you in person.

Enter was the last word I heard

It was something I was feeling

As if you could hold water

As if you could hold me

I  Sat in my study

Trying to remember

Only something funny came

As if getting pied in the face

Leaving is always like coming

You can't recall it perfectly

Those simple times

I could not evoke.