Under Pressure Poem by Ima Ryma

Queen Liz the First went to Shakespeare,
Said she wanted a love sonnet
For latest flirt she held most dear.
Shakespeare said he'd get right on it.
The Queen said that she would remain
For the few minutes it should take.
Will started feeling pinch of pain
From nervousness o'er pressure sake.
The Queen was known for do her bid
Or consequences could be dire.
Will pondered hard but nothing did
Come quickly to mind to inspire.

And more concerned the Bard did be,
Whether to pee or not to pee.