In midsummer the fairies come out looking for some fun.
Shakespeare wrote about 'em, with a consequent long run.
Every high school seems to plan performances designed
To make the actors prance around like popinjays refined.
Me, I like my fairies rough and tumble, rather coarse,
Raising roofs aplenty, leaving voices strained and hoarse.
The whole idea of Shakespeare, if you'll let me here opine,
Is Nature on a bender, full of elderberry wine.
Oberon, the fairy king, is fighting with his mate.
A bunch of youths in Athens think that marriage is so great.
Rustic rednecks massacre a play within a play.
Puck is leading mortals very cheerfully astray.
All the plots resolve themselves, which really is a shame –
Since Shakespeare seems to indicate that romance is a game
That's played, like cricket, on and on until nobody cares
while the grave is waiting to end all our love affairs.
Nick Bottom is the only one to understand, alas,
That all the world's a stage but every person is an ass.
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