The Professor Busts A Sonnet

The Professor Busts a Sonnet You may wonder why I do all this hip hop-'Tis really nothing I had scoped or planned. 'Tis just that I discovered Shakespeare's flip-flop, Iambic pentameter, is the band. I always loved to listen to those rappers Preaching the revolution and love's sweets, But now my fate allows those finger snappers To break and swagger with my own two feet. Old Will was right: his art can never die, So long as man can breathe or eye can see, Provided the Professor's is the eye, And sixty cycles still, his plug's taps thee. (It takes a certain talent for the rhythm Which only comes from women coming with him.)