All in yellow, she comes
For him

…Yessir
He’s the last on the list
And the many quarrels of Mercutio
With Tybalt
As they watch the final moments
And rewind, entertained
The final blip of the king
Rewind
Enter Hamlet to throw out the television
Right out into the street
Cheers
Et cetera. Curtains

…Yessir
The Bride, The Bride, The Bride
Mad woman looking for her man
How willing to find?
Needs to find, so
Burnham wood will be lifted
Aye, Kiddo?
Whatever it takes
All dressed in yellow
In two pieces
Here she comes for him
To put him in the Earth
In two pieces

Last on the list
(But not least?!)
He’s been waiting, quietly
To talk about Superman
And what makes man super
But Beatrix, oh Beatrix
She wants none of it
And I, oh I
I want none of it
So goodbye now, Bill
And you know
A rose by any other name
Would be burned down like a weed