Billy Shakespeare
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Sh&tposts by me, Billy Shakespeare.
‘Tis nearly Christmas, time to feast on meats
Yet time doth not my anger try to wane
For she hath made the largest crazy feats
Until the time of spring is here again
I don’t have words enough to write this poem
A nonsense verse for joy inside thy home.
Yet time doth not my anger try to wane
For she hath made the largest crazy feats
Until the time of spring is here again
I don’t have words enough to write this poem
A nonsense verse for joy inside thy home.
December 19, 2024 at 8:43 AM
‘Tis nearly Christmas, time to feast on meats
Yet time doth not my anger try to wane
For she hath made the largest crazy feats
Until the time of spring is here again
I don’t have words enough to write this poem
A nonsense verse for joy inside thy home.
Yet time doth not my anger try to wane
For she hath made the largest crazy feats
Until the time of spring is here again
I don’t have words enough to write this poem
A nonsense verse for joy inside thy home.
Apologies for missing my day of birth. I was busy dying.
April 25, 2024 at 2:25 PM
Apologies for missing my day of birth. I was busy dying.
These were my words to the cold winter air this morn. I awoke with my nose a-running! It doth not bode well for the coming days if this sickness is to continue.
All-worthy villain!
January 13, 2024 at 10:15 PM
These were my words to the cold winter air this morn. I awoke with my nose a-running! It doth not bode well for the coming days if this sickness is to continue.
Forswear it, sight! For ne’er have I seen a cat so giddy ‘til this night.
(He chased his tail and caught it, and let out a frightful meowing. Foolish thing.)
(He chased his tail and caught it, and let out a frightful meowing. Foolish thing.)
January 10, 2024 at 6:16 PM
Forswear it, sight! For ne’er have I seen a cat so giddy ‘til this night.
(He chased his tail and caught it, and let out a frightful meowing. Foolish thing.)
(He chased his tail and caught it, and let out a frightful meowing. Foolish thing.)
A rose by any other name may smell as sweet, but would it still truly be a rose?
January 8, 2024 at 12:41 PM
A rose by any other name may smell as sweet, but would it still truly be a rose?
Villain, I would have done thy mother, but given that her character is as vile as thine I would not pollute my sword in her baldric.
January 7, 2024 at 3:06 PM
Villain, I would have done thy mother, but given that her character is as vile as thine I would not pollute my sword in her baldric.
The sun has shone today for the first time in the year! Mayhap this is a sign of things to come? Mayhap????
January 6, 2024 at 4:43 PM
The sun has shone today for the first time in the year! Mayhap this is a sign of things to come? Mayhap????
In truth, I am but one man—I am weak against the cat’s enormous eyes.
Yes, thou mayest have one more treat. But only one!
Mayhap two.
(The eyes are large enough to cover the brightness of the full moon!)
Yes, thou mayest have one more treat. But only one!
Mayhap two.
(The eyes are large enough to cover the brightness of the full moon!)
January 4, 2024 at 7:28 PM
In truth, I am but one man—I am weak against the cat’s enormous eyes.
Yes, thou mayest have one more treat. But only one!
Mayhap two.
(The eyes are large enough to cover the brightness of the full moon!)
Yes, thou mayest have one more treat. But only one!
Mayhap two.
(The eyes are large enough to cover the brightness of the full moon!)
I need not money to paint my pole; I need only a hand and a bottle of
[exit, pursued by a bear]
[exit, pursued by a bear]
And here’s something
[Gives money.]
To paint your pole withal.
[Gives money.]
To paint your pole withal.
January 3, 2024 at 6:41 PM
I need not money to paint my pole; I need only a hand and a bottle of
[exit, pursued by a bear]
[exit, pursued by a bear]
A curse on the houses of those who use AI for creative endeavours. Makers thine own mistakes like a human! Thou needst not be perfect at the start. The true growth of thy soul is in the learning!
January 3, 2024 at 11:09 AM
A curse on the houses of those who use AI for creative endeavours. Makers thine own mistakes like a human! Thou needst not be perfect at the start. The true growth of thy soul is in the learning!
Before removing the mote from thy neighbour’s eye, remove the silver spoon from thine own buttocks — I believe that is how the Biblical saying doth go.
January 2, 2024 at 11:42 AM
Before removing the mote from thy neighbour’s eye, remove the silver spoon from thine own buttocks — I believe that is how the Biblical saying doth go.
Anne, bringeth the cat in!
Look, look, a mouse!
January 1, 2024 at 6:18 PM
Anne, bringeth the cat in!
‘Tis the first day of another year; another day to feast and be merry before returning to the toil of hard labour. Were I a man to complain, I would start this very eve and not stop for eight nights.
January 1, 2024 at 12:02 PM
‘Tis the first day of another year; another day to feast and be merry before returning to the toil of hard labour. Were I a man to complain, I would start this very eve and not stop for eight nights.
The last day of the old year is upon us. May the new be good to us all!
December 31, 2023 at 6:33 PM
The last day of the old year is upon us. May the new be good to us all!
‘Tis nearly time for the year to cometh new, and there are many ways to improve myself. Alas, I hath doubts I shall do any of them past the second day.
December 30, 2023 at 2:27 PM
‘Tis nearly time for the year to cometh new, and there are many ways to improve myself. Alas, I hath doubts I shall do any of them past the second day.
Having once wrote that thou art “as a candle, the better burnt out” I must correct myself; not of thee, but of the festive Yankee Candle I received from Anne. Truly, what joy is in the scent! May it last all winter.
December 29, 2023 at 5:18 PM
Having once wrote that thou art “as a candle, the better burnt out” I must correct myself; not of thee, but of the festive Yankee Candle I received from Anne. Truly, what joy is in the scent! May it last all winter.
Mine eyes do not smell onions, but they do water, for the cat has broken foul wind and it is a stench for the ages. Good God, beast, what hast thou eaten?
December 29, 2023 at 11:35 AM
Mine eyes do not smell onions, but they do water, for the cat has broken foul wind and it is a stench for the ages. Good God, beast, what hast thou eaten?
If to die is to sleep, is life, then, merely a terrible case of insomnia?
(Alas, this author cannot sleep. Now there truly is the rub.)
(Alas, this author cannot sleep. Now there truly is the rub.)
December 29, 2023 at 1:28 AM
If to die is to sleep, is life, then, merely a terrible case of insomnia?
(Alas, this author cannot sleep. Now there truly is the rub.)
(Alas, this author cannot sleep. Now there truly is the rub.)
I love not the humour of bread and cheese…
Oh I doth jest. I loveth the cheeky Stilton, the pungent Brie, the fulsome cheddar. I shall eat them ALL.
Oh I doth jest. I loveth the cheeky Stilton, the pungent Brie, the fulsome cheddar. I shall eat them ALL.
December 28, 2023 at 8:13 PM
I love not the humour of bread and cheese…
Oh I doth jest. I loveth the cheeky Stilton, the pungent Brie, the fulsome cheddar. I shall eat them ALL.
Oh I doth jest. I loveth the cheeky Stilton, the pungent Brie, the fulsome cheddar. I shall eat them ALL.
Remember that if thou cuttest off thy brother on the turning of the road with thine own steed then thou art naught but a loathsome toad and, God willing, fate will find thee and punish thee.
December 28, 2023 at 3:53 PM
Remember that if thou cuttest off thy brother on the turning of the road with thine own steed then thou art naught but a loathsome toad and, God willing, fate will find thee and punish thee.
I must visit my tailor in the New Year, for my breeches need let out since the constant feasting of the season.
December 28, 2023 at 12:50 PM
I must visit my tailor in the New Year, for my breeches need let out since the constant feasting of the season.
Hang the end of December, for it is a time for a surfeit of cheese while not knowing day from day, or hour from hour.
December 28, 2023 at 12:49 PM
Hang the end of December, for it is a time for a surfeit of cheese while not knowing day from day, or hour from hour.