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turning in his grave

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Alas, poor Yorick!
I drew him well
slotted the ball between his legs
and scored with a yell!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 “Hooraytio”
shouteth the crowdio

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 “Offside – Misquoted line!”
shouteth the Shakespeare police

Notes

Hamlet:
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a
thousand times, and now how abhorr’d in my imagination it is!
My gorge rises at it.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/turning-in-his-grave/