Because you asked for it…Well, not really. But here it is anyway. Seriously, when will you ever read a sonnet about Waiting for Godot again?

Samuel Beckett’s play, Waiting for Godot,
A fine tragicomedy in two acts.
Two impatient men, clad in their chapeaux,
Existential piece absent a climax.

Vladimir’s recurring kidney ailment,
Whilst revisiting circular events.
Results in Estragon’s joke curtailment,
In disjointed and staccato segments.

Feasting upon raw turnips and carrots,
Soon to be joined by Pozzo and Lucky.
Reassessing their plight on its merits,
A situation not very ducky.

Amidst the characters’ agitation,
Wide literary appreciation.

“You can’t stay in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.” ~ A. A. Milne