Lockdown meltdown

long to go to Stratford..
and sit among the hedgerows,
of Anne Hathaway's cottage garden,
eating a savoury
sausage roll, contemplating
my state..
... I wouldn't chose
to change ...
with kings, and princesses,
who have 'All the World'
as their stage,
yet  bleat about the woe,
and cause a comedy of
error...
I heard it on ' messenger'
and took a screenshot
before..
the slings and shots
of fortune rots..
...the roses smell 
just as nice..
by any other name..
I'd like to confiscate
replicate and plagiarize
before I have my fate..
..it's much ado about nothing..
A boring Winters tale,
from a land we can't relate.

is this a sausage roll I see ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Soon ..I will be an Avon lady..ding dong