For those of you who still believe…
In glad commemoration of that day
On which the life of Avon’s Bard began?
I proffer here suggestions, if I may…Perhaps a lay in shrill falsetto sung
By minstrel gay, in pied velour bedecked?
Or fool’s gold nuggets, dull, but neatly strung?
Or wax bananas, true-to-life, correct?
Perhaps a powdered wig, some nice perukes?
From Fred’rick’s store in Hollywood, perchance,
A pair of fake, yet sassy, maxi-glutes
One’s nonexistent tush made to enhance?
No book of Ossian, bust of Ba’al, toupee…
Can best the literary world’s trompe l’oeil!