Sonnet 420

By William “Billy Bud” Shakespeare

Returneth do I to the mortal plane
For company of scholars ere I long -
To University and lads urbane.
Where men of Greece to me offer a “bong”.

Music riseth not from pipes, but smoke.
Curious, inhaleth I the steam.
Yea, multitudes of images evoke,
But yearn for ale and vict’ls reign supreme.

Upon the frat house door a stranger tapped
Deliver unto us did he, to wit:
Beef and beans within tortilla wrapp’d -
Verily, mine homes - ‘tis righteous shit!

Lo, chill’th I now before sublime cartoons
Hail Robert Sponge of Quadrate Pantaloons!