It’s still National Poetry Day…!

The Bard’s epitaph (in the form of a bench)

Here would Tysoe sit and writ,

And rest his bum a little bit;

But now it’s yours to stop and weigh

In the posterior of his day.

Holofernes: The posterior of the day, most generous sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the afternoon. The word is well cull’d, chose, sweet, and apt, I do assure you, sir, I do assure.

– William Shakespeare: Love’s Labour’s Lost

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