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A glass of beer and shakespeare!



Ronnys plight....
Height of office bites
So ...in sight...friday night...
Heres a wish hes murmuring quiet
A glass of beer and shakespeare!

Ronnys contemplation shows classic temptation...
would it be better to invite Julius for Dinner
or the wise wise Merchant of Venice
But aah now I shall invite Dear Rosalind from as you like it
For Juliet is now old and Romeo is cold.

Oh Ronny Ronny! Said Bonny Bonny!
Forget Shakespeare and his messes...
with his verdicts and dresses...
Lets cook our story with the veggies of our mind
While some have sprouted and some are ripe
...Over the Chilled gulp lets decide which one would help
Build one recipe extraordinary exquisite

Exquisite Mademoiselle! That idea is silly Eh!
From Adam and Eve to Jane and Johnny
The Script moves from one to many
Like a chess they move the figures
Theory of Probability plays the dice
...In the end they do surmise the demise of Extra...
with the ordinary alive...taking the dive....

Ordinary! So wats the Bet
Ronny let me know the script
You hide it as if saved in ancient crypt
who comes first the thunder or the moon
for you seem to fancy those toons...

Well Bonny Bonny!
This is funny funny
if its ordinary
wats the bet
While I guzzle the quarter
You solve the puzzle and then barter...

Ronny Take your time
While I make my dime
I am in no hurry
while I see the flurry
You see I need to magnify
...What you did signify
Somewhere I missed the point
No wonder I need to joint
Piece by Piece the mystery behind!

Mystery! Ronny laughed...
With the suspense created
Script was already initiated...
Wonder the furore generated
if it was left untold in the unit of time...

Then with so many satellites illuminated
Treasure Hunt would start
Trails would be tracked
Threadbare investigation
with some gestation
...Historians would emerge
Thesis would divulge
There lived a script
lost in the unit of time

The genesis of the same
Had some greek name
Though it referred French dame
But inked in latin feathers
Was a Roman Frame
...The artists did blame
The feathers game
For beyond the frame
Nothing was legible
For their Palpable gain...

The quarter effect
was all there to see
Bonny said nothing
It was time to sleep!
This ride from Shakespeare to Bizzare
Was Enough for a Friday treat!




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