How to Speak Proper Shakespeare

I wrote this poem in 2012, but I have updated it because I had rubbish grammar back then. XD

I was in Sixth Form at the time, and I was studying an acting exam and participating in a local theatre production, involving Shakespeare’s sonnets. So, it was pretty a big thing for me. However, this is completely fictional; I made it up just for entertainment purposes only. Hope you enjoy this poem; I promise to upload more soon.

How to Speak Proper Shakespeare

Reader, reader who is keen to know,

To learn Shakespeare’s words, written long ago.

Sit down, relax and chill,

And I’ll guide you through the text, with a feathered quill.

 

Let’s start with the plays; easy and hard,

Remember the phrase “iambic pentameter” and your part.

“Romeo and Juliet” and “The Merchant of Venice”,

“’Macbeth’ is complicated”, says my friend Dennis.

 

Next, try the Sonnets. All one hundred and fifty-four of them,

These are tricky, however, they reveal Shakespeare’s life story.

Judge yourself; fact or fiction,

Cause some of them are a mystery.

 

Don’t panic if you cannot pronounce or spell,

Try a spelling test, it’ll be the best to tell.

Within days or weeks, you’ll get them right

Just as long as you’re English teacher doesn’t bite!

 

Reader, reader who was keen to know,

You’re now ready and set to go.

Good luck, and keep your “Shakespeare Faith”,

But don’t lose it and be unwise like Henry the Eighth!

© 2012/2015

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Waiting For A Rainbow – 1st January 2015

 Thursday 1st January 2015

Last night on New Year’s Eve, I’ve been keeping myself busy and trying to keep up with my studies.

Since Christmas, I have lost time. I don’t have a deadline to send my work for Drama school but I wanted to keep on track, in case anything happens.

In the early evening, we looked after H who came to stay for the night. On my breaks, we played games, Tummy Ache and Connect Four. After I had my turn, I let Dad have a go while I continued my work and had my dinner.

As New Year’s Eve was drawing to a close, I stopped my homework and went downstairs to join Mum and Dad. Altogether, we sat in the living room and watched a live concert on the television, with Queen.

One hour to go: I went into the kitchen to make the drinks. In our house, our traditional drink for the New Year is the snowball; unfortunately, we were down to our last bottle of Advocaat. Mum tried to find a substitute. In the end, we went for Chambord; Dad wasn’t keen though.

While we watched Queen, Dad was playing the songs on his guitar. I was singing along; I’m a huge fan so I couldn’t see why I didn’t want to.

Ten minutes to go: Dad was still playing and I was still singing, but I kept jumbling up the words.

Five minutes to go: We stopped what we were doing and getting ready for the countdown.

Fifty seconds: “Better refill our drinks”, said Dad.

Forty seconds: “You won’t time”, I replied.

“There’s plenty of time”; Dad and Mum both walk out in the living room and into the hallway.

On the telly, Big Ben starts chiming.

Twenty seconds: “Where is the Advocaat?” Dad asks Mum.

“I told you, there isn’t any”, she replies.

“Ten, nine, eight…”

Mum walks back in and sits down on the sofa.

“…four, three, two, one! Happy New Year!”

Then, Dad came in with a beer bottle in his hand. We all wished each other a happy New Year.

I stayed to watch the fireworks and the rest of the concert until the end. By the time I went to get ready for bed, it was half-past midnight.

Although I’ve had many ups and downs, I have a good feeling about 2015.

Happy New Year and may 2015 bring you happiness and health.