“Cyclops Hill by Stewart Stafford To the cock-fights, O’er the briny pit, Grimy coin, grubby fist, Lip service i’ foaming fit. Fish or fowl, bestir them on, I’ll ne’er stop mine’s feat, An oracle for all-comers, Frolicsome backing i’ th’ heat. Odds be the usurer’s friend, Victor and vanquished spent, Trudge away in silent mourn, To kindly pay the tavern’s rent. © 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” SexInnuendoDouble EntendreGothic PoetryShakespeareanElizabethan PoetryBawdy ComedyCockfightingAnatomical MetaphorDark Satire Author:Stewart Stafford
“HAMLET: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? OPHELIA: No, my lord. HAMLET: I mean, my head upon your lap? OPHELIA: Ay, my lord. HAMLET: Do you think I mean country matters? OPHELIA: I think nothing, my lord. HAMLET: That's a fair thought - to lie between maids' legs. OPHELIA: What is, my lord? HAMLET: Nothing.” LoveComedyTragedyHamletOpheliaDoomed LoveBawdy Comedy Book:Hamlet Source: Hamlet