Non-Sens Pretentieux 9 Poem by Shaun Cronick

The ghosts of William Shakespeare and
His beloved pet howler monkey Mischief,
Are yet again on a high cliff top,
Looking down on all humanity.
Gadzooks! Exclaimed The Great Bard.
The Great PoemHunter War between two poets,
Is still raging after countless endless years!
These serfs are throwing everything at each other,
Except the kitchen sink!
Methinks it's time to cease it!
To take a side!
And end it forever.
For poor poetry and good poets are suffering.
My dear, dear Mischief I need you,
To purchase a kitchen sink on eBay.
A most robust Belfast sink.
Choose one with free delivery to save me some pennies.
For as perchance has it,
I can fly a helicopter,
And we shall drop it from a great, lofty height,
Onto the arrogant head of the one I have in mind.
The one who's schizophrenic with multiple profiles,
Who has pretended to be many, many women in the past.
Harping on about their imaginary loving husband's,
What a crock of poo and smelly shit.
An extremely odd and most devious poetry manipulator,
Much like my Richard The Third but twice as nasty.
And with that Mischief pulled out his latest,
Samsung Galaxy tablet and set to work.
Gadzooks! Exclaimed again The Great Bard,
My dear, dear Mischief I must be getting old,
I need you also to purchase a map of Australia,
To find the bugger!
And with that Mischief smiled understanding,
his master's most unpleasant target.
Then scratched his red monkey arse.