Sonnet 135

Shakespeare! Were I to meet you at some pub
And share a pint with you and dear old Ben!
In simple conversations fancies rub,
Or yet pontificate upon a poem;
Discuss the merit of non rhyming verse
Or yet the workings of a play not done,
Or hear you weighing wit in your rehearse,
And have you criticize my own love’s song.
Together we might mock stiff Ben’s satire,
More cruelly yet, rude radix laying brick;
No doubt his wit he would not there retire,
Reminding, he was poet laureate.
Perhaps in dreams this precious scene may live,
And I rejoice in joy its pleasures give!

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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