The Immortal Bard

Shall I encode thee in some DNA,
And save thee from an obscure poet's fate?
Of course, we know thou wrotest the odd play -
But tedious, and too soon out of date.
Though nowadays thy reputation shines,
We cannot say it never shall be dimmed
When in postmodern England all declines,
And culture's budget year on year is trimmed.
But our eternal storage shall not fade:
Millennia shall echo with our boast
Of literary life that we have made.
Of thine organic lines we'll make the most:
So long as men may live for gimmickry,
So long lives this, and borrows life from thee.

Samuel Grimsnipe