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Shakespeares Soviet Scrabble Song

  


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  Shakespeare, The Soviet Union, Scrabble

  Shakespeare's Soviet Scrabble Song

  Act 1

  Writers come along sometimes who change the world around

  authors with their heads in clouds but feet upon the ground

  and though we often grant Shakespeare with credit for his plays

  Shakespeare’s efforts didn’t end back in the olden days

  What I’m singing now has long been highly classified

  to retrieve this information, many people died

  but it’s time the world became aware of these events

  of how Shakespeare shook the modern era’s governments

  In the year of our lord sixteen hundred and sixteen

  April twenty-third was the worst day the arts had seen

  many think that too much drink became Shakespeare’s downfall

  and though it ended his career, that story isn’t all

  For what he drank that fateful day was not an ale or port

  it was not a wine, at least not of the mortal sort

  he was gifted that old bottle late one winter’s night

  by an audience member who gave him quite a fright

  She dressed in clothes that didn’t suit her, not in such a place

  and there was something odd about the older woman’s face

  “take a drink of this and you might come to understand

  all the power you could wield with your prodigious hand”

  The bottle sat upon a shelf until next April came

  a tempting looking bottle with no label, smell, or name

  Shakespeare took a drink while he was chatting with his friend

  and when he died of fever the next day, it was the end

  Act 2

  In the year of our lord, nineteen hundred eighty-nine

  Shakespeare lay within his grave,a victim of that wine

  but it was strange when he awoke and opened up his grave

  and found himself within a church and saw a small child wave

  He ran outside and saw the world was not like he had known

  but soon he noticed it was where he lived, though it had grown

  he wandered down a road and got some looks along the way

  and shed a tear when on a street sign he read “Hathaway”

  He walked some more and noticed things had not all changed so much

  there were many roads he knew that had a foreign touch

  the people all around him spoke his language, but not quite

  then a certain building that he knew entered his sight

  An inn belonging to the father of his childhood friend

  people on whom he knew that he could always depend

  though the building now was called the The White Swan, he went in

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  the portrait on the wall was proof he’d found the correct inn

  An old man offered him a drink for dressing as he did

  “I bet that costume cost you more than just a couple quid”

  Shakespeare introduced himself as Will and then sat down

  and wasn’t sure what drink he had, but it was cold and brown

  He asked the old man many questions of the city streets

  drinking with him til their faces both were red as beats

  he was quite astonished by the things the man had said

  and wondered if he’d dreamt the day when he went up to bed

  Act 3

  In the morning he came down to find the world still there

  he sat down where he used to write his plays without a care

  he reminisced all day while people came to say hello

  as he learned their dialect, and smiled for a photo

  Later that night his new old friend came and sat with him

  “bet you’re good at scrabble” the old man said on a whim

  he set the game up on a table and taught Will the rules

  and for the next week Will made the whole tavern feel like fools

  “How come he knows all those words, I thought he was a loon”

  “and when it’s his turn he makes seven letter words so soon”

  “I’m sure he just made that word up, so why don’t I mind”

  “it’s like when he plays the game, the rules get left behind”

  Will began to make some money, betting on the game

  and people came from all around when they all heard his name

  “Will the scrabble genius is playing here tonight”

  “come test your vocabulary, be prepared to fight”

  Will was having so much fun, the time just flew right by

  Then one day he met a challenger who was a spy

  “Will, I have an offer that I won’t let you refuse

  I’ll give you a million dollars if you do not lose”

  Act 4

  The man was from America, and Will went right along

  he thought it would be fun travel on and wasn’t wrong

  flying through the air in a big jet filled him with awe

  while he flew he learned about international law

  “You’ll be representing our great nation at the match

  if you lose, we have a nuke we’re likely to dispatch

  the Soviets are stronger than they’ve ever been before

  with their English, they could beat us in any flame war”

  Shakespeare was determined he said he’d do his best

  the spy had given him such an important, scrabble quest

  so he fought the Soviets with his words, old and new

  the tournament was easy, there was nothing they could do

  In a single game he once invented nine knew terms

  his words were flying high while other felt like lowly worms

  every word he made up on the spot was written down

  and instantly became official in that very town

  After he had won the scrabble fight, the world was saved

  the spies all loved the road to peace that Shakespeare’s words had paved

  he then retired happily beyond the public eye

  never writing plays again, though no one could know why

  The rumours go that later he got on the internet

  and though he has been writing, he’s not published on here yet

  but the day might come real soon, when Shakespeare’s work returns

  to grace the web with golden words for which the whole world yearns

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