The Bard’s Invitation

Thou fair and gentle folk
We bid you all remember
To come to Royal Oak
The nineteenth of November

At the appointed time
Please run or walk or slither
For parody sublime
Will play, so get thee thither

We pray no rain or snow
Appointment or flat tire
Should keep you from our show
Our wit and our satire

On that congenial eve
You’ll shake with hearty laughter
And even once you leave
You’ll chuckle for days after

As you are heading home
You’ll give my verse some thought
Reflecting on this poem
You’ll say, “Shakespeare, he is not!”