Treasure Island

John F. McCullagh

(09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Shakespeare replies to Cuthbert Bundy


King James demands a Scottish play
and believes in witches three
Look close and see they are the fates
that set our destiny

I can't write about his mother
or the murder of her clerk
One whisper about Darnley
and we'll all be out of work.

After that unhappy business
about Essex and the Queen.
I won't risk another incident
no abdication scene.

Keep the text, in time to come
it will prove rare like gold
I kept it shorter than King Lear
your attention span to hold.


W.S.
.

Submitted: Saturday, September 25, 2010
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