I might fancy reading by candlelight.
I do enjoy an empire waistline.
I dream of meeting Shakespeare in the night.
I dread to think of travelling in time.
When I face so many deadly dangers—
my color, my gender, my preferences
Why, to go back would make me stranger
and the hazards of my references—
They could cause damage that is rather dire
but fortunately, I do not have the means.
As for the now, it is barely my desire.
Still, Shakespeare’ll come forward to my dreams.
Time travel is only necessary
when saving the godfather of Harry