"The guy's a definite nut case. Must
have escaped from the looney bin and somehow got to Oz. The plane's
crowded indeed! He and I are the only passengers! Every single seat is
empty." However, "Mr. Shakespeare" seated himself next to Graham without
waiting for a reply. "I know that you don't believe I'm who I say I am,"
he said. "But I can assure you, I am he who is often referred to as The
Bard of Avon. All I'd like you to do is to tell earth's disbelievers who
don't accept that I wrote my works that I did indeed write them."
Without waiting for Graham to respond, he then proceeded to break into
verse in a gentle, melodic voice:
"_I am he who wrote my verse,
My dramas, sonnets, quibbles, rhyme,
I'm Shakespeare still--dear England's Bard--
And shall ever be, throughout time.
I wrote, 'tis true, some sonnets, plays,
To make a living, pass the time
In merriment or jest and glee--
I turned out many a ribaled rhyme.
To set the world right,
And make snivelers agree
As to who wrote Shakespeare,
If 'twere BACON or He,
Or Marlowe or Pitt,
Or scribes ages old,
I say to them all--
The truth is now told.
When a man among kings (I was knighted by one)
Where a handle or wheel makes a favorite son
Distinguished through time for something he's done,
For a knight in his day must his laurels have won.
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