Although it’s not the type you were expecting, I wanted to show you one of my writings I did for a class this year about Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. It’s short, sweet and a little childish, but I thought you’d like to see something of mine.
A Dream, A Dream, A Dream
The start and finish of all so beautiful
Yet mistrust and despair was all too juvenile
Sent away crying from the cruelty of a sire
A series of unfortunate events was about to conspirer
A tantruming child all too knowing
Connived with a puck whos grin was growing
To a flower he flew with great speed
For only a drop was what they need
Though paths were separate in onset
Their solo tales would become a duet
For the child to King had decided to intervene
But three drop of love had made the forest into something obscene
The Queen had met a man made ass
For the band of fools had trespassed
There she stare with uncontrollable lust
When the rivals are met with magic unjust
From a chase to a duel
All parties sadly became fools
For the King had seen what he had induced
Decreed for the damage to be unintroduced
Though our Queen is angered by her unwilling seduction
She gives in to the King’s absurd production
While the love birds are found in a glade at dawn
The court had no choice but to move on
Celebrations commenced for the lords and ladies of newlywed
Love’s tragedy performed by knuckleheads
As a departure for bed is under way in the moonbeams
A dream a dream a dream is all we can redeem
Thank you for sharing this, Fox.
You’re right; it’s charming and sweet.
Also, it was written to be PERFORMED out loud, not read silently to oneself.
I would particularly like hearing the line:
“Love’s tragedy performed by knuckleheads”
I truly enjoyed our semester together and the conversations we had about your thesis.
Remember, as your “Professor-for-Life,” I’m available to you forever if I can ever help you with any sort of writing you’re called upon to do.