“No sonnets here, no sonnets need apply!”

Fly away heart be eaten by crows.

Die season sweet you embittered rose.

Keep your bower shut.

Keep bound your twinkling toes

Sing me no Shakespeare now

 

Or any other Bard of old

When he leaves carry away all love

Every ghost that chooses to remain

 

For you no more musical chairs

For him,

No more witty refrains…

 

Fly away heart be eaten by crows

Die season sweet you embittered rose.