Damn You, Damn You, Damn You,
Who gave you the right to do
What you have done to my creations
With you stupid obliterations.
Can’t you understand what theater is
It’s nothing that is hit or miss,
But must entertain if it is to win
The glory of approbations of man.
I wrote these pieces; some simple
Others complex and ample,
They were from my scratchy pen
The efforts to the audience win.
Some too clever by far
And others that ascended like a star.
But every one was intended
To amuse (and by the way, my purse extended)
And yet, the path for academic scribes to hell
Is paved with good intentions; know you well,
There are those who had evil intentions
To destroy one of the great writers of English compositions.
Nay I say to you, if the likes of dogs you breed
Are allowed to at the table feed,
(They’ll grow fat on the copro-)
Provided by you of an academic bent
Who with self-serving intent
Further themselves amongst your peers
By repeating that which is pleasant to their ears.
No regard of whether is fact or fiction,
As long as it continues in the well known direction.
Besmirching the character of the man
Who almost single hand(ed)
Brought back to the public’s attention
The greatest writer of the British nation.
So I say to you, “Damn you, Damn you, Damn you!
Give up the attack on John Payne Collier and give him his due! ”
by W. Shagspere of modern times
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