When I read Shakespeare
I am struck with wonder
that such trivial
people should muse and thunder
in such lovely language
, the old buffer, you wounder his daughters
didn't treat him rougher,
the old chough, the old chuffer!
, how boring, how boring to live with,
so mean and self-conscious, blowing and snoring
his wonderful speeches, full of other folks' whoring!
and his Lady
, who should have been choring,
such suburban ambition, so messily goring
How boring, how small Shakespeare's people are!
Yet the language so lovely! like the dyes from gas-tar