The Ghost of Hamlet’s Cobbler

The robbers
were a crusty bunch,
Cobbler was their fare,
and so they rustled
all the berries
until the bush
was bare.
“For sooth!” he cried
in great dismay, “What
for yourself will say?”
But the clock
was not yet midnight,
Could that be why
they seemed so shy
and hesitant to speak?
But, lo,
their reticence,
methinks,
was caused by berries
in their cheeks.

munks

 

 

~

 

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