The Bard's Birthday (Probably)

As a Birthday tribute I’ve made the Bard a Birthday Card.

He wrote his own poem today. All the lines in italics are from his very own quill.


Every dog will have his day
So come what come may
We were sick at heart the day
The Bard breathed his last

He’s dead as a doornail
Shuffled off his mortal coil
But what’s done is done
So don’t get in a pickle

Parting is sweet sorrow
But what’s past is prologue
He couldn’t stay in flaming youth
All the live long day

We live out all his yesterdays
But as good luck would have it
He left us with a brave new world
That’s the short and long of it

Too much of a good thing
Will never be enough
But we’ve had our pound of flesh
And that’s the naked truth

I could go on much longer
Parting is such sweet sorrow
I’ll compare him to a summer’s day
Then move on swift as a shadow

I won’t play fast and loose
And brevity is the soul of wit
So all’s well that ends well
Now I have gone full circle