14 February 2014

# 14 - Much Ado About Something

I'll try to live a little while I can
still sing the songs those lays of silver tongue;
still walk the walk that two-step of the young
pretender (one who knows his stuff no 'wham
bam thank you ma'am' in these quotidian
affaires privées). I know that Spring has sprung
and Summer's summed and Fall's fall has begun.
A fiery and uncommon courtesan
a Beatrice burning for her Benedict
is what I want, is what I need, is what
will hide my heart from Winter’s icy tricks.
Yet othertimes, I know that there is naught
but simple Claudio within my soul
I want a Hero but then don't we all?