There was a time about 400 years ago 

When a man lived who was quite a show

Who wrote 154 sonnets and 37 plays

And then left us with them in a daze



He was quite a genius for his time

And many have followed in their prime

Attempting to equal his fantastic feat

But most have failed - really quite beat



Although these poems are not sonnets

They all have messages which do let

Their readers know a theme quite bold

Which explores significances as told



Although there is pride in these words

There is awareness some are being heard

In places as far away as Down Under

Where there is some bit of thunder



Which tickles this writer to the bone

Knowing there is no reason to be alone

For this medium has connected all over

The world - thus sharing work in clover



- Tristram