A Collection of Totally Random Shakespearean Poetry

Drunkard ghost woman speak

Methinks drunk

Woo thy damn lazy man gracely belch in

naughty loveoft after death.

Beseech our mortal codpieceplease

Peasant Moa knows him.

-Micah Abate

Please poison that goblet

& in winter more light

will come through.

Farewell mortal peasant.

A drunk man did say,

“Death is a ghostly dream

to torment lovers & maidens.”

He, who to all is trifling,

has her tale slander’d.

I oft beseech him.

-Dorothy Fay