Wednesday, September 18, 2024

Owen on Shakespeare

 This is from my son Owen. He has asked me to make it a blog.

This is a poem called "Shakespeare at its worst"

In our park, Chimpanzees they hast none

I watchethed the birds migrate

They hath escapthed to warmer weather

And achieve nothingeth

Methinks I knoweth nothing about velocity. Eth.

They ought to just use a freight train. Eth.


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