“To me, fair friend, you can never be old
For as you were when first your eye I eyed
Such seems your beauty still...”
This is a blog about teaching, but the name is “Bad Shakespeare.” So, I would be remiss if I didn’t take this opportunity to note that on April 23rd we celebrate the 448th birthday of the bard himself, William Shakespeare. There will be cake.
So, break out your finest writing quill and puffy pants. I hope you all got him a good present. I hear he likes fine cheeses and the works of Mr. Adam Sandler. But don’t get him the Blu-Ray of “Happy Gilmore” I already got that for him. But he’s also been dead for a few hundred years, so it may be okay if you’re a little late.
To those that believe that there wasn’t a William Shakespeare, someone else wrote his plays, and this is all for naught, then you don’t have to celebrate anyone’s birthday. Also, I would recommend you join a different, more believable conspiracy. From what I understand those people that believe that the moon landing was faked could always use some more members.
Happy Birthday, Willy!