zero-act play with a false sonnet

(by the window, plush elephant withheld) leash-lady: play dead. dog: what a world! what a world. leash-lady: no, for real. play dead. (dog reads Shakespeare) leash-lady: so? dog: i wrote a poem. leash-lady: uh-oh. whats it called? dog: &ldquo;a sonnet grows askant the brook&rdquo; (leash-lady snorts, un-lady-like) dog: (clears throat) Our juggled heads as dog and bone, Ophelias hair and Hamlets…