07-05-2015, 11:12 AM
My father introduced me to poetry, used to read me poems like "The Wreck of the Hesperus" which we both loved. One day he told me of a poetry contest between Shakespeare and Marlowe. They had to extemporize on the same scene.
Marlowe: Down the hill, along the road
there comes a man whose legs are bowed.
Shakespeare: Ho! What manner of man is this
who holds his balls in parenthesis?
Marlowe: Down the hill, along the road
there comes a man whose legs are bowed.
Shakespeare: Ho! What manner of man is this
who holds his balls in parenthesis?