My Edgar's Eyes

William Shakespeare accepts an Edgar for Hamlet . . .

My Edgar’s eyes are nothing like the sun;

The sky is far more fair than his coat’s blue;

If lips be red, why then he must have none;

If hair be soft, his must be made of glue.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in his cheeks;

And caterpillar eyebrows, like his, might

Be elsewhere found on circus sideshow freaks. 

In many velvet paintings there’s more art

Than issues from poor Edgar’s poor sad face – 

A bobble head shows more of mind and heart;

A mug like his ne’er graced a Grecian vase.

     And yet, by heaven, I think my Edgar as rare

     As any prize belied with false compare.