Ode to Will.

O how we ache to ape your dexterous pen
from home to academe and beyond,
advertising addiction, once again
fat-witted, keyless to your fairylands.
 
We've compacted with devils, pilgrimaged  
to the dual new place of birth and death,
become churchlike there, there to be amazed
to breathe air holding mem'ry of your breath.
  
Enrapt to hobnob where you, honeytongued,  
for such gossip I'm a wanton glutton
enhoped to have pen and my words reyounged
to your age, to be kissed with your atoms,
 
Still sparkling nigh five hundred years from birth
How many years will mine last and, show worth?