I went to see an amateur production of "Hamlet" at a local theater last night. It was awful. Apparently, the guy playing the Danish Prince didn't have a clue what Shakespeare had written. Here's some of the actor's soliloquy:
"To bleat or not to bleat, that is the queer son. Whether 'tis nostril in the mire to submerge the springs and sparrows of our raging forklift, or to rake farms against a seed of truffles and by abusing spend them."
I went to the box office and asked for my money back. The man said, "I'm sloppy, sir, no reefers."
Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
Love it, Christopher! The raging forklift is fabulous! Keep ‘em coming please. :-)
Christopher over 6 years ago
Thanks, Neville. For the first time since I've been writing drabbles, I actually burst out laughing when I finished this one.
Steve McBrevity over 6 years ago
Bugger me it’s the shoal of s**t.
Macbeth Act 2?
Steve McBrevity over 6 years ago
Sorry it was also Omlette.
Christopher over 6 years ago
All I remember about Macbeth Act 2 is Banquo dreaming about "three wired systems." (Or was that weird sisters?)
Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
Haha, this can run and run... :-)
Christopher over 6 years ago
Thanks, Drew and Robbin. Much appreciated.