Non-Sens Pretentieux 7 Poem by Shaun Cronick

The ghosts of William Shakespeare and,
His beloved pet howler monkey Mischief,
Were both avidly watching the PoemHunter War,
Currently being fought between many poets.
On their latest Samsung Galaxy tablet.
Gazooks! Exclaimed The Great Bard,
Methinks my dear, dear Mischief,
It's time for us to get involved!
Time for us to do some shit-stirring!
To show these psuedo poet wannabee's,
What a real poet war looks like.
We shall quickly become members and
Within a week the whole site and everyone on it will implode!
For I William Shakespeare have learnt,
From many a foul critic,
What real shit-stirring truly is!
Quickly now my dearest Mischief we must join,
And let battle commence!
For let us both champion and loudly chorus...
Cry havoc! And let slip the dogs of war!
And with that Mischief hastily typed in their,
New members details,
Then scratched his red monkey arse.