Oh Shakespeare Where Art Thou?
An Ode to the Fest in Four Parts
There’s a Western we know, not the best
Which we visited each year at the fest
They took us for granted
We became disenchanted
Now Country Inn is the place that we rest.
We ate breakfast at Denny’s this time
The food was simply sublime!
They serve a Grand Slam
Cakes, hashbrowns and ham
Uncle Tom’s is more famous for slime
Grady’s was the site of our play day
The Eighties were clearly its heyday
We declared war
On poor Steve on the shore
Mateys, it was more than just an OK day
Kurt’s favorite is Cornholioanus
Since then all he does is complainus
He said of King Lear
Itís the same every year
I left him at home. What a painus.
— Kurt and Deb Dicke
Which Folio Malvolio?
Weekend With was
Once wicked
When winsome wenches
Walked with
Wacky William wonks
Willing, waiting
Wondering when
Wouldst windward
Washboards wend
Wicker
Whatchamacallits.
William.
Shakes spear.
Throws spear.
Ophelia pain.
— Mike Mikottis
Heat
It was very hot
Nary a breeze to be found
I thought Iíd pass out.
— Bryan Schneider
The Accidental Bryku
(On Reaching To a Napkin)
Looks like Bryan is
Going for another Haik –
U – having a snack
— The collective
Untitled
Oh Jack Kerouac
You spin in your grave to think
This is now the Beat.
— Rob Douglas
Lake Evergreen
By the shores of the opaque lake
Thinking swimming in it a mistake.
Don’t open your eyes
Or so you might die.
Hey John stop throwing grapes.
— Bill Douglas
E=mc2
Ophelia
Pain
Hamlet
Those eggs be
Montague
Let’s Make a deal
Capulet
Fly off in the wind
— Mike Mikottis
What Rhymes With Framboise?
Or, an Ode to Bloomington/Normal
(a/k/a the Reminder Sonnet)
Shall I compare Weekend to a stilchester
In Illinois’ sun? It shan’t, methinks, stink
That much. Anon, then, friends, might I pester
Y’all – though ha-ha be our goal – upon the brink
Of our jaunt, remember these for thee:
Foods to bring and wine to taste, poetry weíll
Slam. If caravan you’ll join, mail of e
To me please send. All else forget, till
Full on City Twin banquet we groan
(And from our hotel probíly out get thrown).
Trick Forks
Bryku Two, being a post-Weekend lament
on the ephemeral nature
of Pleasure, regretfully submitted
by YOS (Your Obedient Servant)
You salaam to cheese
O’erhead green breezed leaves snap now
You’re sporting salad
Untitled
Oh Malvolio
You are a crazy bastard
Nice yellow socks man
— author unknown