Shakespeare, the famous bard

all the way
to the far shore
two bearded men playing in the fine sand
i gave them both a hand
they both gave me the finger
but i couldn't linger
it was already past noon
and the sun shining gave me a heated bite
i'd have to come swimming later at night
out to sea
so i laid my blanket underneath an oasis tree
inside a picnic basket the yellow pears
each promised to take away all my cares
and the party lasted until dawn
when all the sweet fruit was gone
and the men gave me the slip
as i gave them both the lip
when they questioned me about George Orwell
i knew they were believers in Heaven and Hell
they shouted from an amplified stone stage
the lions and tigers were pacing inside their steel-walled cage
all the way
to the far shore
the food was consumed before the high tide
before all the white rabbits died
and the Queen played her last card:
a Shakespeare, the famous bard,
pictured sitting on a platform holding a notebook
with two bearded men giving him a curious look
he gave them both a hand
they both gave him the finger
but he couldn't linger.