Bottom
You silly ass, you
dumb ass brute.
You clumsy cad, you
inept mute.
The woods alive, you
run amuck
And spellbound by the
merry Puck.
Unique in spirit and
in cast.
Your love while true,
it will not last.
A weaver same in all
but name
Has woven their spell;
begun their game.
To the woods you
rehearse your lines.
While fairies play
along in time.
Your friends deserted you now gone.
Leaving you to
Titania’s song.
While true love
blossoms and doth grow
And attentive fairies
wait your woes.
When Oberon at last
does see
His Queen Titania
attending on thee.
The spell once real
has now been broken
Your doting Tatiana
was now awoken.
Her eyes are filled
with dread and loathing
It’s not you she’ll
be betrothing.
The players right new
lines and you
The leading part, play
oh so true
And pure of heart.
Though this may pass,
Bottom, you’re always
a silly ass.
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