This is a play that is knotty
If anyone doesn’t get this play
That is on their body
It is tricky
Icky, like little bitty Vicky
But don’t get too close
Because it may get sticky
We have a Moore
That gives his handkerchief to his little lady
And he did “the do” with her
So she might have a baby
But we can’t talk about that
Because I want to make people bored
So lets talk about other things
Like nasty wh***s
Bianca is the wh*** of Cassio
And Cassio is the lieutenant of Othello
There is a man named Iago who made himself a menace
Because he didn’t like Othello
The Moore of Venice
Iago is the man who lies in everyway
He lies to everyone, every single day
Iago says, telling her fantastical lies
He really wouldn’t care if anyone dies
Othello says there lies your niece
She might get murdered, by a beast
My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed
Filth thou liest!
Minion, your dear lies dead
Desdemona says Unkindness may do much
Then Emilia tells her he lies to the heart
When devils will the blackest sins put on
'Zounds, sir, you're robb'd; for shame, put on
If any man read this play, they are going to tremble
Because Othello said O, hardness to dissemble!
So now you’ve met everyone and the handkerchief
If anyone feels bad
That’s just their grief
This is the intermission
So go get some beef
Because there is plenty more
Act One, Two, Three and Four