In Stratford’s quiet lanes, a boy was born,
Whose words would one day conquer hearts and minds,
From humble roots to London’s stages torn,
His quill would craft the tales of humankind.

Through tempest’s roar and lovers’ secret sighs,
He penned the dreams of kings and common folk,
With every verse, a glimpse of heaven’s skies,
His genius cloaked in metaphoric smoke.

The Globe’s bright lights, where actors played his scenes,
In tragedies and comedies, they thrived,
The echoes of his thoughts in every lean,
His legacy in every line, revived.

Though centuries have passed, his voice remains,
In sonnets sweet and plays that still endure,
William, the master of poetic reigns,
Whose timeless art forever shall allure.