A Lost Play.

Because this is how it started,
And thus shall it so end,
A song of justice sung to us,
Another play shall pend.

'Love's Labours Lost' is not enough,
Oh no there shall be more,
I shall but quill to parchment;
Of a script you shall be sure.

'Love's Labours Lost' the sequel text,
A play for all to see,
No finer script shall toil by pen,
Oh! This, I shall decree.

For I, Sir William Shakespeare,
The man with marvelled ink,
Shall move towards my study,
To paper, pen will sink.

So wait, my men, my ladies, all!
Await, impatient with numb,
And yet you favoured peoples...
This play will never come.