For my next National Poetry Month post, I want to share a quick little poem in honor of William Shakespeare’s 448th Birthday:
‘Twas a day, some 448 years ago
When a man was born whose words would flow
Roses would smell sweet by any name,
And a famous Shrew that he would tame.
Yorick’s skull would trigger Hamlet’s memory
Of infinite jest and most excellent fancy!
Here are some links about him: