17th January 2014

Sonnet 72

...tho' Shakespeare urges us not to recite

False declarations of post-mortem love,

And  Deirdre Saunders* has always been quite

Firm re. marrieds having nothing to prove:

Why spoil his memory for a big white lie

(Sickens me like a MaccyD's dessert),

So he had an Id bigger than my "I",

Where's the cheat's law says what we  must impart?

All I don't want to say is here in this

Frankenstein verse, ugly but not untrue

Apologia for old Shakespeare     is

Much more than I owe decease'd you.
  
Bring it on, you kiss 'n' tells, bring it forth;

Widows win with legal and moral worth.


*Erstwhile agony aunt for ""The Sun" newspaper.