Shakespeare Tribute

Hark! The birds thou cries,
In the shivering wind of the
Master willow of the brook.
And thou thy thee forsaken thy
For British thou thee

Far mar theyn my deep British pride,
dwells in thy breast
So doth dwell a sickening prose,

THOU DOTH A FLABBERGOUT

So, thats the kind of thing ive been working on. ive been going for a more organic feel since my stuffed yellow duck died. Its left me in a sorry state, so i apologize for any profanity found in the content of this piece. I was hesitant about the word flab***out, but for the purpose of this poem, the sentiment had to come across in the feeling.