Shakey, oh Shakey
It's you that they make me
Study so hard
The work of the Bard
By any other author would smell as sweet

Willy, oh Willy
You're really quite silly
Using those words
Which I've never heard
Toby or not Toby? That is the question

Yet, look what you've done
Because of you, literature's come
About a million miles forward
And I'm even more bored
Is this a dagger which I see before me?

When I look back
I see no lack
Of wisdom in your work
But sometimes I think you're a berk.
Et Tu Will? Then write, Shakespeare