Quoth the Bard

And when today is dubbed by Mayor Rahm
A Day to Speak Like William Shakespeare thus,
So all Chicago musters its aplomb
To group its iambs into fives or plus.

Perhaps a cabbie growls about the Bears,
Or wonders if the Cubs will ever win.
He might soliloquy to all his fares
A sonnet on the toddlin’ town he’s in.

But heark, what twist of fate is this,
What madness is this motion of King Rahm’s?
How dare he snake out more than just a hiss
When half of what he speaks are pure F-bombs?

Perhaps some good will come when day is done;
Old Daley spoke like hell as did his son!

About The Czar of Muscovy

Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia by upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.