Shakespeare in Class

The class sat silently

Reading their papers

And did not notice

The presence of a strange person

Who spoke in the Queen's English

About maiden's mirth, witch's magic

And the sorrowful wailing of ghosts

Marking the hour

Chanticleer calls outside again

The open window

But the students do not heed

The warning of the crow

For the student

Shakespeare is just a two-dimensional string

Black print on yellow-white paper

To be read aloud

And soon forgotten

Chanticleer calls his hours

And no one harkens

Or smells the flowers