Shakespeare and I go out drinking one night.
It is cold, so I offer Shakespeare my
Long coat to brave the cold and snowy gloom.
(He is wearing those fancy pantaloons
With long gartered stockings--so inappro-
Priate.) But we end up only at the
Corner Tesoro to buy some cheap beer.
"Firke!" Shakespeare exclaims, "Wherefore art we here!"
"Well you're the one with the coin," I say punch-
Ing his arm. "I am but a poor fool, lack-
Ing that which would profer us more profit-
Able imbibment." "Heave over," he cries,
And calls a cab, so we wander into
The dark night, seeking Queen Mab, or good beer.