Trump slams Shakespeare as "rubbish"

In a series early morning posts on what surely must be the most ironically named of all social media sewers, Donald Trump has turned his thoughts to William Shakespeare, branding The Bard of Avon as, "A stoopid Limey who wrote a bunch of crap."

Commenting on Much Ado About Nothing Trump writes, "Well ain't that just the truth?" And in another rather petulant post he asks, "Who the hell was this Henry guy? Seven goddamn plays about him when surely one would've been enough."

Passing judgement on All's Well That Ends Well, Trump's verdict was, "Huh. I thought that steaming pile of dogshit was never gonna end at all."

But perhaps and unsurprisingly, the great and the good of British theatre have been flocking to Social Media all day to defend, some say, Britain's greatest ever writer. Paraphrasing Shakespeare, Sir Kenneth Branagh commented: 'The mind boggles at depth of this Trump's total ignorance - and what's more, methinks he doth protest too much.'

Shakespeare writes to explain the delay in Boris Johnson's book about him

Verily, 'tis a melancholy tale I bear, of a scribe delayed in his task so fair.

This wordsmith, once nimble of hand and of wit, now finds himself stuck in a pit.

A pit of procrastination, of doubt, and of fear, that hath rendered his quill ever still and near.

His subject, a matter of great import, with tales to be told that should be in sport.

Yet, he doth suffer a delay most absurd, with the dawn of each day bringing not a single word.

His mind is a jumble of thoughts, all astray, and his heart a maelstrom of worry and dismay.

He hath lost his rhythm, his muses gone mute, and with each day that passes, his book doth refute.

He doth curse the fates, that have so cruel a twist, that hath left him stranded, with nary a script.

And so, with a sigh and a shake of the head, he doth confess that his book is not yet read.

But perchance, he shall find his way clear, and with a burst of inspiration, his tale shall appear.

For such is the way of the bard, and the scribe, that their works, in the end, shall forever abide

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First published 14 Feb 2023

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