Written in a moment (or minute??) of madness – obviously stemming from a Sunday lunch discussion with kids … Wotzisface! (in Minute form) A boy, born April twenty-third; say, how absurd to not recall his name at all! He wrote some thirty-seven plays. And other days, when stuck for plot, he sonnets wrot – or writ (did writ?) – or something weird … He had a beard, I think, – or not? Erstways, he’s HOT!