Thought Bill woulda killed, but my metre hid a defect.
So I’m trying comedic timing in an effort to move foreward.
If my offering falls short of something that is perfect
then a pox upon the screen and I’m gonna blame the keyboard.

Before the purists take up arms and wave their graphite spears
realize, ’tis but a jest, to invoke the Noble Bard.
Friends and Romans could you lend me but one of your ears?
Keep the other one covered lest you do not like my words.

If a rhyme strikes you as forced, recall there are forces greater,
like the need to proceed and the looming of a deadline.
Lo, these many months I have been acting in the theatre
and have only just discovered I am continuing this time.

My critics on the stage were complimentary and true,
but this battle on the page is completely up to you.