So Shakespeare met Nabokov,
And Nabokov met Shakespeare,
At place such and such,
At no time in particular.
They both sat and stared,
Sat and stared,
Both with tired eyes,
And then said "wow!"
As they shook hands
With friendly half-smiles.
And as they walked away
You could see them both
Pulling pens from their pockets,
And me laughing in the background,
Like a child, like a child.
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