Shakespeare: Another Poem by Asher

 I haven't written any stories lately, but I'm going to be putting up poetry more often.
To start off:

"How come the sky is always blue?"
A young child once questioned me
I told him, "It is because of you."
And he kicked me in the knee.

"How come we're here? Why do we live? What is our purpose here?"
I turned to him,
And simply said
"To listen to Shakespeare."

Of course, alas, he did not know
Who Shakespeare is of any means
Which made him my foe, so full of woe
That horrible child fiend.

How could a child
Be so wild
To not know
Literature?

I then realized
My great despise
Was unnecessary and uncalled for

He was only three, an age full of glee
But I still stomped out the door.