The world seems more beautiful with anagrams
Our body worst with so many kilograms
What is that which we call a Rose, bet
it's sure William, no Hamlet

So many beautiful Anagrams
So many beautiful Williams
A wealth for our literature-home
but as it had been told all those Williams is just a dome

Poor late Mr. Shakespeare or whatever your being
A Rose, a Sylvia, a Hamlet or a Morning-glowing
The world is full of you, this Planet
reads your Hamlet

William I love you, you have drama
All the others have only their dilemma
You made the mankind started to read
oh my lord, then started this creed

you gave us this inheritance
this grey planet a golden glance
we cannot remain such a ****
oh my Lord, we must first do our creed

Sorry, my excuses, Mr. Shakespeare
Can you please listen to me with this ear
we exist because of God above, that's my life
this creed first to my Lord, that's my strife

then comes you and Hamlet at your side
then this literature I abide
I keep telling that you gave literature a golden glance
I wish mankind knows what an inheritance!


© Sylvia Frances Chan
saturday 13-04-13
23.13 hrs. p.m.