William Tatespeare presents Hamlet

[Tate 328]

 

 

 

 

“To bank, or not to bank: that is the question.

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to apply TP,

And benefit from the saves and percentages of outrageous fortune,

Or to take pads against a sea of forwards and offensive defensemen,

And by failing to stop them? To lose: to weep.

 

No more! It is by a glove save we will end,

The heartache of what a thousand boos gives way to

For alas, ‘tis a failure we’ll never know, and instead,

Thou shall devoutly wish us to WIN and weep!

 

So now, I sleep, perchance I dream of a special rub.

My head against the cup, a birth of what dreams may come,

Only then will I shuffle off this slick ice,

Only then will I pause, feeling what’s right

Respect from the glory of winning!

After all, it is all we desire of this so-called living.

 

To bank, or not to bank: that is the question.”

 

(158 words)