Shakespeare Poem by Justin Reamer

O thou great writer,
Thy name is William Shakespeare,
For thou art the greatest dramatist
Who ever lived,
And hath written the greatest
Works of all time
For all of the world to see.

Thou art so great, Master Shakespeare,
For though wealthy 'tis not thee,
Thy skill exceeds thine social standing
Within the age that thou liveth.
Thy plays are the greatest
The world has ever known,
And they are very insightful,
And look unto the world and human nature,
That thou thyself beseecheth.
Thy works are great,
Whether they be comedy,
Or tragedy,
Or history,
For many know the works
Of comedy,
Such as 'The Comedy of Errors, '
Or 'A Midsummer Night's Dream, '
'The Merchant of Venice, '
'Much Ado About Nothing, '
Or 'A Winter's Tale, '
For they are so remarkably funny
And so remarkably clever
And so completely witty and original
That they could not compareth to anyone
But thee, O Master Shakespeare.

Not one canst exceed thy wit and thy clever,
Yet thou art also connected with the world
Around thee, which thou hath noticed many a time.
For thy tragedies are also spectacular,
And they are not pretendeth,
For many a people know the tragedies,
And the sadness that forebears with them,
Such as 'Romeo and Juliet, '
'Hamlet' and 'Othello, '
'Julius Caesar, '
'Antony and Cleopatra, '
'King Richard III, '
'King Richard II, '
'King Lear, '
'Macbeth, '
'Coriolanus, '
And 'The Tempest.'
How excellent are all these tragedies,
And all of these plays thou hath written,
For they are excellent,
And remarkable,
And delve deep into human nature,
That they are unforgettable works of art.

Thy work hath inspired me,
And I must say thy characters are memorable,
And I must add them in my opinion.
Forgive me if I opine,
But, yes, brevity is the soul of wit,
As thou said many a time, my good friend,
And for I envy you not,
For envy is the green-eyed monster.
But, yes, I remember the unfortunate lovers,
Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet,
Who both come from two different houses in Verona,
Who quarrel all the time,
And can never get along,
And they cannot be together for
The reason that their family
Will always hate on them,
For they struggle to be
With each other all the time,
But, they both manage to die,
And they both end up together in heaven,
And the families finally get along.
Yet, in 'Romeo and Juliet, '
There are characters that add humour
To thy play and masterpiece,
Mr Shakespeare,
Such as thine character Mercutio,
Who throws out some raunchy, sexual joke,
Every once in a while that is so dirty,
That we, the audience, cannot help but laugh,
And the nurse,
Who also has a dirty mind,
Is so funny,
That we cannot help but laugh
At the obscene humour involved
With thine play.
It keeps us in a good mood
Until the end or the fin,
Where we feel very sad
Because of what hath happened.

Thy play 'Hamlet' is also great,
For thine character Hamlet,
The prince of Denmark,
Is a fine character,
Who seeks to avenge his father's death,
And, yet we feeleth for the beautiful Ophelia,
Who kills herself out of depression,
And out of what Hamlet and Leonitis did to her.
She is the most tragic character,
And 'tis a pity to see such a beautiful woman die,
Since she is the Sylvia Plath of the entire play.
Yet, we feel sorry for Laertes,
Ophelia's brother,
And the treacherous Leonitis' son,
Who gets betrayed by the King Claudius himself,
And who does not know that he is willing to kill him
And his stepson Hamlet.
We also feel for Hamlet,
As he struggles with his emotions,
Over his loss of Ophelia,
Over his quarrels with
His friend Laertes,
With his abhorrence of his stepfather,
And his ambivalence over his mother, Gertrude.
However, there are the few happy times,
Such as when Leonitis,
Who is an imbecile,
Is made fun of
When he is concerned about his reputation
In front of Laertes,
Even though he said,
'To thine ownself, be true, '
And when he tried to talk to the monarchs,
And he said, 'Brevity is the soul of wit, '
But brevity was not with him,
And he bumbled all along,
And the queen made him look like an idiot,
When she said, 'More matter, less art.'
He is the clown in our play,
And we just laugh at him.
Yet, we feel despair,
When we see all the struggling
Characters die of their injuries,
And we feel horrible,
And we commend thine work.

We also remember thy 'Othello, '
A very serious play,
And we remember Othello,
Who is betrayed and deceived
Into doing something wrong
Which he regrets,
The beautiful Desdemona,
Who dies even though
She is innocent of any crime,
The shrewd Iago,
Who plots Othello's destruction,
And who plots to win his reward,
The poor Cassio,
Who gets duped into doing
Stupid things and crimes
Which he does not commit,
And gets set up into
Whatever he does,
And the honest Emilia,
Who does not stand up for
What is right at first,
But tells the truth about her husband,
Iago,
When she is on her deathbed,
And is telling the entire story.
We remember this play,
And thy work,
And we commend thee for't.

We also remember thy histories,
Which are many,
Whether it be 'King Henry I, '
'King Henry II, '
'King Henry III, '
'I Henry IV, '
'II Henry IV, '
'King John, '
Or anything like that,
They are all beautifully
Written, my friend.

Master Shakespeare,
Thou art a master of the arts,
And thou art a great dramatist,
Perhaps the greatest,
Who ever lived,
And thou art a great poet, as well,
With thine sonnets,
And with thine abilities.
No one shall ever compete
With thee in the world of drama,
For thine plays are so memorable,
That they are unforgettable.