I lik to be


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

to be or not?

I feel so mobile

shifting. which one

Is more noble?

Suffering with

Sticks or rocks

Outrageoius fortun

My mind socks

A sea of troubles

Splishy splash

I’ll fight it all

the sea I bash

to die,. to sleep,

Perhchance to drim

that is the rub

Or so it sim

What drams may come?

the coil wi shufl

Long life is ouch

Unpak my duffl

Oppresions wrong!

The law’s delayed!

These whips and scorns

ARe donkey made.

I pay my bill

With bodkin bare

Cos who the hell

These fardels beaer?

I grunt and sweat

Thsi weary life

The country’s missing

Too much strife

My conscence mean

Makes me afraid

And thoughts of fire

in bed ive laid

Farewell Ophel’

I’m sorry gal

I’m only hamlet,

Not Prince Hal!

Burma Shave


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I'm afraid I don't understand the purpose of the typos but it does seem interesting.

  • #1956 Posted 5 years ago
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It's something I wrote in the vein of the quite recent Internet meme "I lik the bred" so it follows that format, including the weird spellings. Shakespeare has not approved of my rewriting of this soliloquy, but I lik the bard

  • #1958 Posted 5 years ago
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Ahahaha! I approve. So very 21st century of you. XD

  • #1960 Posted 5 years ago
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