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    Shakespeare, The Soviet Union, Scrabble


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    Shakespeare''s Soviet Scrabble Song


    Act 1


    Writers come along sometimes who change the world around


    authors with their heads in clouds but feet upon the ground


    and though we often grant Shakespeare with credit for his plays


    Shakespeare’s efforts didn’t end back in the olden days


    What I’m singing now has long been highly classified


    to retrieve this information, many people died


    but it’s time the world became aware of these events


    of how Shakespeare shook the modern era’s governments


    In the year of our lord sixteen hundred and sixteen


    April twenty-third was the worst day the arts had seen


    many think that too much drink became Shakespeare’s downfall


    and though it ended his career, that story isn’t all


    For what he drank that fateful day was not an ale or port


    it was not a wine, at least not of the mortal sort


    he was gifted that old bottle late one winter’s night


    by an audience member who gave him quite a fright


    She dressed in clothes that didn’t suit her, not in such a place


    and there was something odd about the older woman’s face


    “take a drink of this and you might come to understand


    all the power you could wield with your prodigious hand”


    The bottle sat upon a shelf until next April came


    a tempting looking bottle with no label, smell, or name


    Shakespeare took a drink while he was chatting with his friend


    and when he died of fever the next day, it was the end


    Act 2


    In the year of our lord, nineteen hundred eighty-nine


    Shakespeare lay within his grave,a victim of that wine


    but it was strange when he awoke and opened up his grave


    and found himself within a church and saw a small child wave


    He ran outside and saw the world was not like he had known


    but soon he noticed it was where he lived, though it had grown


    he wandered down a road and got some looks along the way


    and shed a tear when on a street sign he read “Hathaway”


    He walked some more and noticed things had not all changed so much


    there were many roads he knew that had a foreign touch


    the people all around him spoke his language, but not quite


    then a certain building that he knew entered his sight


    An inn belonging to the father of his childhood friend


    people on whom he knew that he could always depend


    though the building now was called the The White Swan, he went in


    Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.the portrait on the wall was proof he’d found the correct inn


    An old man offered him a drink for dressing as he did


    “I bet that costume cost you more than just a couple quid”


    Shakespeare introduced himself as Will and then sat down


    and wasn’t sure what drink he had, but it was cold and brown


    He asked the old man many questions of the city streets


    drinking with him til their faces both were red as beats


    he was quite astonished by the things the man had said


    and wondered if he’d dreamt the day when he went up to bed


    Act 3


    In the morning he came down to find the world still there


    he sat down where he used to write his plays without a care


    he reminisced all day while people came to say hello


    as he learned their dialect, and smiled for a photo


    Later that night his new old friend came and sat with him


    “bet you’re good at scrabble” the old man said on a whim


    he set the game up on a table and taught Will the rules


    and for the next week Will made the whole tavern feel like fools


    “How come he knows all those words, I thought he was a loon”


    “and when it’s his turn he makes seven letter words so soon”


    “I’m sure he just made that word up, so why don’t I mind”


    “it’s like when he plays the game, the rules get left behind”


    Will began to make some money, betting on the game


    and people came from all around when they all heard his name


    “Will the scrabble genius is playing here tonight”


    “come test your vocabulary, be prepared to fight”


    Will was having so much fun, the time just flew right by


    Then one day he met a challenger who was a spy


    “Will, I have an offer that I won’t let you refuse


    I’ll give you a million dollars if you do not lose”


    Act 4


    The man was from America, and Will went right along


    he thought it would be fun travel on and wasn’t wrong


    flying through the air in a big jet filled him with awe


    while he flew he learned about international law


    “You’ll be representing our great nation at the match


    if you lose, we have a nuke we’re likely to dispatch


    the Soviets are stronger than they’ve ever been before


    with their English, they could beat us in any flame war”


    Shakespeare was determined he said he’d do his best


    the spy had given him such an important, scrabble quest


    so he fought the Soviets with his words, old and new


    the tournament was easy, there was nothing they could do


    In a single game he once invented nine knew terms


    his words were flying high while other felt like lowly worms


    every word he made up on the spot was written down


    and instantly became official in that very town


    After he had won the scrabble fight, the world was saved


    the spies all loved the road to peace that Shakespeare’s words had paved


    he then retired happily beyond the public eye


    never writing plays again, though no one could know why


    The rumours go that later he got on the internet


    and though he has been writing, he’s not published on here yet


    but the day might come real soon, when Shakespeare’s work returns


    to grace the web with golden words for which the whole world yearns