The Player's Lament

‘William Shakespeare’, I don’t know–

He wrote of love, and he wrote of woes

He wore some silly little clothes

And probably had a whole bunch of foes

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

I think I’d prefer an autumnal stay 

To dance on your stage and act out a play

Dress me up, do as you may

If I don’t fit into your verses and hymns

All your iambic pentameter whims,

Feel free to leave me to the less literate kin 

I can’t think of a couplet, so- fin. 

About the Author

Haylie Jarnutowski is a sophomore Creative Writing and History student. Her main art forms are fiction, poetry, and textiles. In her fiction work, she explores the reanimation of history, while her poetry focuses upon observation of the modern world.