Mr Plague began his European Tour,
With intriguing new places to explore,
Reaching the town of Stratford
In the Summer of 1564.
Three hundred were killed, in no time at all.
The town was laid low, in dire dejection.
No one knew where his axe might fall.
Doctors were helpless. They couldn’t do more,
So fearful were they of this dread infection!
Should we castigate this evil man,
And wonder what God sent him for?
Or, gratefully, thank the Angel of Death,
For declining to knock at Shakespeare’s door?
Mr Plague was stalking in the dead of night,
This is a twist of fate, rich in irony,
When Plague turned left instead of right,
He freely extended Life’s Lease to thee.
Plague missed you out, setting genius free,
Passing your Wisdom down, to all humanity.
Sat 13th May 2023 18:54
Thanks Manish, Keith and Stephen for your kind comments. I wanted to write a poem about a different subject and a snippet from the Shakespeare miscellany jumped out at me. It's my tribute to the genius who changed the world with his pen. But, maybe the playwright was really Sir Francis Bacon or the Earl of Oxford, after all? 😂
Thanks for the likes, too. It means a lot.
Sat 13th May 2023 07:43
Ah, the arbitrary nature of things, John! A case of what might have been, or not. What if Mr Plague had turned right? Our civilisation might have collapsed, or never existed at all. Or some other writer may have come to the fore.
A beautifully written and rhymed poem.
Fri 12th May 2023 20:42
I was born in Warwickshire and am glad to hear that Mr Plague took a turn which spared the Bard. A good poem John.
Thank you for this,
Manish Singh Rajput
Fri 12th May 2023 20:04
A poem that speaks of the dire "plague" times. Witty, grippy and a great impersonation of a disease into a person.
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