William's daddy was a glover,
He'd hump the day tanning hide.
And though he couldn't read them
He bragged of his son's rimes
Will was true to faith, he'd claim
While squaring cow gut skin to wrist
He'd talk of Tyburn gallows
And note us of the naming lists:
In Stratford while the ladies pray
They mark the recusants in town,
In the shop his hanged gloves fray,
You'd think he'd touched their nightinggowns
Center town, they dragged him sweating
He cursed them all what done as him,
John was kenneled for his debts they claimed
The crows pecked his limbs? That was faith.
20may11
15jan14
revision focusing the imagery on John Shakespeare as alleged Catholic sympathizer. originally some wordplay mixed the JS theory with allusions to drugs and front businesses. original draft didn't mention WS or his writing past the opening line)
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