Taking homework by the Tomlet

Who said Shakespeare was hard to read?   We give you ,  Anna’s homework, taking on a famous soliloquy and bringing it home.  Rosencrantz would be proud.  I just hope Anna is not Laertes for school tomorrow..  Do you Ophelia me ?  The Horatio of jokes to non jokes is getting out of hand.. I can tell you we laughed so hard I may have pulled my Guildenstern.

Without further adieu :

To sleep, or not to sleep: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis better for my body to suffer
The slings and arrows of waking up early
Or to take arms against my dad trying to wake me up,
And by opposing, miss school. To die, if I wake up early;
More sleep; and by a sleep to say we end
My body aches and the thousand natural shocks
That coffee helps with, ‘tis an espresso
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, if I wake up early;
To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there’s my weekend;
For in that sleep, what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off to play Mortal Kombat,
Must give us a pause button: there’s my breakfast
That makes me no longer hungry of so long life;
For who would bear the eggs and bacon of time,
The vegetarian’s wrong, the proud man needs sausage,
The pangs of despised Monday mornings, the two hour delays,
The insolence of homework and the burns
of my dad making unworthy dinner
When he himself might his quietus make
If only that would ever happen,
As he never shuts up.
To grunt and sweat doing weary math,
And hoping there’s no math after death,
The undiscover’d geometry from whose
isosceles triangle returns, puzzles my brain
And makes us bear those right angles we have
Than copy other people’s homework.
Thus math does make cowards of us all;

And thus the only path of resolution
Is calling in sicklied o’er with the pale cast in spring
And enterprises of end of school year and summer
With this regard their classrooms turn awry
And lose the name of action.-Go away you now!
The fair June! July, in thy August
Be all my summers remember’d


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