Are you ready for your confession?

Forgive me Father for I have sinned.
What have you done?
Father, I have verbally abused a man
by using his very own insults to insult him.
And who is this person?
He is William Shakespeare, Father.
And what was the insult?
I said. Away, you starveling, you dried neats tongue,
you elf skin, bull- pirate, you stock fish.
The tartness of your face sours ripe grapes.
You swollen parcel of dropsies,
you cloaked bag of guts.
Thou hast no more brains
than I, in mine elbows.
I see and how did he reply?
No answer Father for he is dead.
I didn’t like him either.
Well! I think you should go home
and read six poems of Emily Dickinson
fluently and thoroughly.
Yes Father.
Next?

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

you are too funny sir! do you have a hit list beyond dear Emily? crazy timing this one ... i just this morning started what hopes to be a sonnet called "Penitent" ...or perhaps "The Penitent" ... i most likely will be confessing for months before i go public .. love your wit ... reading i am made less serious of myself .. thank you
E.

[andrew mitchell]

Why thank you Gene. I hope you and your family have a safe and happy Xmas my friend.

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ........................