A hard luck in King Lear shoots up
To a paramount celestial height,
The chronicles finds its pedigree,
Being plagued to brawl day and night.
Shakespeare’s Macbeth had no qualm
To ‘convoy old age’ clarifying;
As ‘mark of respect, devotion and accord’.
His bizarre daring Cordelia to mark huge
Not just from loss of face and hurt pride,
But from rage at her apparent deluge.
Ever more conked out by Goneril and Regan,
His torment resounds crying in the sky began
And even until he triggers to learn by
Through suffering, disgracing and faulty mind
Of what his children’s obligations lagging behind
Of what he has done for them
Like struggling, love and sympathy demise
And how it is made-up to be relaxed.
The fudge ape fed the eagle so long
That it’s solid if starts bit by infantile’
To a paramount celestial height,
The chronicles finds its pedigree,
Being plagued to brawl day and night.
Shakespeare’s Macbeth had no qualm
To ‘convoy old age’ clarifying;
As ‘mark of respect, devotion and accord’.
His bizarre daring Cordelia to mark huge
Not just from loss of face and hurt pride,
But from rage at her apparent deluge.
Ever more conked out by Goneril and Regan,
His torment resounds crying in the sky began
And even until he triggers to learn by
Through suffering, disgracing and faulty mind
Of what his children’s obligations lagging behind
Of what he has done for them
Like struggling, love and sympathy demise
And how it is made-up to be relaxed.
The fudge ape fed the eagle so long
That it’s solid if starts bit by infantile’
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