Agnes Shagspere centrally stuck frustrated in shadows of history 
Either forgotten or scorned for another woman in other men's eyes 
And instead the Annas and Ophelias and Juliets take over her mystery 
While the Whateley is confused for Hathaway even after she died 

Those who thought the bard didn't love her one bit 
For they saw he wed her with child somewhat full soon there 
And assume the mater was forced at the end of a tip 
They continued together for some time after he retired from theater 

While alive they had children, ups and downs, and their share of frowns 
He gave her his second-best bed with the furniture after he died 
Because she was the best bed who he stood aground 
She was loved and not because she was a despised bride 

When her time on the hard earth came to an end 
Honest, little do I know about her and her home though 
Agnes Shagspere was buried next to the spoony bard 
With words these more elegant than this I this humble 'tard 

Could ever write on her gravestone this small shard 
"Of Breasts, O mother, milk and life thou didst give.” 
For she wasn't hated away in the moldy stinky hay 
But saved their and our souls to this glorious day