Shakespeare's Epitaph
Uploaded by MafiaBoy85 on Mar 14, 2002
Three cen’tries ago, I was a legend.
The genius behind my work had no end.
But that was back then, during my lifetime,
Now they seem like bushels of useless rhyme.
I was thought to be best during my pass,
Now my books are assigned in every class.
English students dread when they hear my name.
My body they want to tear up and maim.
Some may curse my name e’ry day of the week,
And ways to not read my work they may seek.
So as you read my work and start to weep,
At thee I'll laugh within my endless sleep.
From mine muddy grave I mock them in death,
Because I wrote the crappy book Macbeth!