Now is the Summer of our Discontent

Made impossible torment by this fog of humidity And all the clouds upon the horizon looming Lessen not the damp through lightning or storming Now our brows are laced with gobs of sweat Our pale-white arms hidden from the sun as we search for coolth And fierce horns presage the coming of ships Shrouded in…

Screaming and screaming

A few years back, the family and I went to see an "in the park" performance of "The Compleat Works of Shakespeare, Abridged." It was hilarious, but the second half of the play was rained out, so we went to see that bit at the theatre. Now knowing they would want audience participation, I wedged…