McGonagall's McBeth
This little ditty is fact based. William McGonagall is legendary in his status as the "worst poet ever", he was also a keen amateur thespian, of little or no credibility. The man was so bad, he was brilliant. Hope you enjoy this little ditty, and do look him up on the net to verify the reality. This is my tribute to a "brilliant" man.
And a new star was born in Dundee,
Friends and workmates raised the cash,
And in the audience they sat,
To eagerly await this rising talent,
Immortalized in his own head.
The orchestra played the overture,
The curtain rose to a mighty roar,
"McBeth, McBeth, McGonagall!",
He held the audience in his thrall,
He walked on stage to perfect elation,
His first words drawing a deafening ovation.
McDuff appeared on stage with sword,
A final scene, to cut it short,
His jealousy hung out to dry,
McGonagall refused to die,
McDuff, exhausted by it all,
Cried out, "Fool! Why don't you fall!".
Tomfoolery turned tragedy into farce,
As McGonagall continued to stand up large,
Refusing to die upon the stage,
Until McDuff took his feet away,
And so ended the theatre's longest death,
As McGonagall rewrote McBeth.
Post Comment
