Fri. Mar 1st, 2024

“Like the adventurer who seeks danger, Scribe likes his ‘S-peares’ well Shake-n.”

Ready for Revised Classic Lit: the grad course, gentle reader? Who else but Mr. Moore would teach it? (Scribe had been waiting there a LONG time til the first “class” started.) You’re late! You’re late! Get there before some bloody ghost tells your fate! (There’s ALWAYS a bloody ghost.)

“Please, do pass through and on to Birmingham. The King would never impede the progress of artists.”

“You certain?” said big hat, “We’ve been rehearsing a classic from antiquity, Green Eggs and Hamlet

“…the story of a young prince of Denmark who goes mad, drowns his girlfriend, and in his remorse, forces spoiled breakfast on all whom he meets. It was pieced together from from fragments of an ancient Merican manuscript.”

“No,” said I. “I think it will be too esoteric for the King. He is old and nods off during long performances.”

“Shame,” said big hat. “A moving piece. Let me do a selection for you. ‘Green eggs or not green eggs. That is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to eat them in a box, with a fox-‘”

“Stop!” said I. “Go now, and quickly. War has come to the land and rumor has it that as soon as they’re finished with the lawyers, they’re going to kill all the actors.”

-from Fool, by Christopher Moore

Scribe responds…

“Would Jimmy Buffet still want to do Miss Muffet if he found out later she’s his mother? ‘Tis an eye piercing question for sure. Well, Othel, Scribe thinks if there’s WILL, there’s a… WHEY.”

FOOL! KNAVE! Like to laugh intelligent laughs some… MOORE? Go hence forth to your local Borders-like book store!

By Ye Olde Scribe

Elderly curmudgeon who likes to make others laugh while giving the Reich Wing a rhetorical enema.

0 0 votes
Article Rating
Notify of

Inline Feedbacks
View all comments
Would love your thoughts, please comment.x