' ' ' ' ' ' ' MUCH ADO ABOUT SOMETHING FOR NOTHING
thought the tragedy
of error upon error.
Oh the horror
it was all he could do
not to break
He reined himself in
with a self-satisfied smirk
and a 'Yesssssssssss! '
silently said to himself.
out of their
He had got
All he had done
was pass through and then
pass through again.
The right man
at the wrong time.
He was laughing
all the way
to the throne
wondering whether Shakespeare
would ever write
the comedy of
FORTINBRAS THE FORTUNATE.
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