To run, or not to run by Billy F.
To run,or not to run: that is the question,
Whether’tis colder in the feet to suffer
Theice and snow of my yard
Or totake steps against the cold of my yard
And byopposing end it? To run: to fall
Nomore and, by a fall to say, we end
Thecold and the thousand natural cuts
Thatfeet are heir to ’tis a consummation
Devoutlyto be wish’d to walk, to fall
To layperchance to cold, ay there’s the problem
For inthe fall of death what toe fungus might infect?
Whenwe have shuffled off these cold feet
Must we give pause? To ice
For who would bear the cold and ice of my yard
The oppresses fall and the runners win
To solve or not to solve by Madison
To solve or not to solve: that is the question
whether ’tis nobler to do the right mathematics
or the slings and arrows of logic and reasoning
or to take the arms of algebra or calculus
and by opposing solve the?
To solve, to determine, to determine; and by determine we end
the confusion is heir to, ’tis a consummation
devoutly to be wished.
To solve, to determine, to determine: pechance a drean to buy a mathematics book:
ay, there’s the answer
Soliloquy by Zack M.
To learn, or not to learn: that is the question,
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer,
The slings and arrows of outrageous urges to slack,
Or to take arms against a sea of challenges,
And by opposing, end them? To learn: to slack,
No more; and, by concentrating to say: we end,
The heart-ache and the thousand natural challenges,
That mind is heir to, a consummation,
Devoutly to be wish’d. To learn: to slack,
To slack: a chance to sleep,
For in that sleep what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled all this mortal slacking.
Soliloquy by Wylie H.
To pull or not to pull
To pull or not to pull, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis better for us to pull
The lever of the tractor beam
Or to grab one amongst a sea of cows
And by grabbing pull it to the saucer;
No more; for, the cow may be hurt
By the tugging of the hand and the thousand natural shakes
That hands are heir to, ‘tis a happy cow
Devoutly to be wished. To pull, to strain;
To strain, perchance to injure: ay there’s a question;
For in the pain of strain why not use the tractor beam?
To Take a Cookie or not to Take a Cookie by Sebastian D.
To take a cookie or not to take a cookie: that is the question
Whether‘tis nobler in the mouth to suffer
The wrath of disgraceful parents,
Or beararms against the wrath of trouble
And byhiding end it? To get a beating, to cry;
No more;and by a beating, we mean an end
The stomachache and the thousand angry yells
That earsare heir to, ‘tis consumption
Devoutly to eat. To ache, to eat;
To eat: perchanced to munch: ay, there’s the chocolate chip
For in that stomach ache of death, dreams may come
To Breathe, or Not to Breathe by V. Miller
To Breathe or Not to Breathe: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler of the mind to suffer
oxygen deprivation from the lungs,
Or to take arms against cigarette smoke,
And by opposing, end it? To breathe: to be free;
No more; and, by a held breath, to say we end
The lung-ache and the thousand unnatural products
That cigarettes comprise, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To breathe, to be free;
To be free: perchance to dream: aye, there’s the stench
For in the freedom of breathing, what cancers may come
When we have taken the breath,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That shortens our life.
Lilje’s Soliloquy by Lily B.
Tochange font, or not to change font: that is the question:
Whether‘tis nobler to stay to Times New Roman
Tobrave the typos and glitches of outrageous boredom,
Orto take arms against the sea of requirements,
Andby opposing such, end such? To not type, to write;
Nomore; and by not typing to say we end
The finger-acheand the million natural sores
Thatknuckles are heir to, ‘tis a final word
Sincerelyto be typed. To not type, to write;
Tonot type, and if to find another cure to boredom, ay, there’s the trouble;
Forin not typing what new remedies may come
Whenwe have started to write by hand,
Mustgive our hands rest. Respect thy hands
Thatmakes chaos in a long essay.
A Hamlet Parody by Lindsey H.
To write, or not to write: that is the question:
Whether‘tis nobler in the pen to suffer
Thepain of writing to your grandmother,
Orto battle the potent pen on paper,
Andby opposing end it? To scribble: to scrawl;
Nomore; and, by a scrawl to say we careless
Theagonizing torture and the thousand penetrating nags
That afflict us, ‘tis a culmination
Sincerely to be dreamt. To scribble, to scrawl;
To scrawl: conceivably to vividness: ay, there’s the blankness;
Forin that moment of torture what bedtimes may arise
When we have drained out this dreaded ink
Musterupt in triumph. There’s the respect
Messy Room Soliloquy by Ryan Q.
To clean or not to clean: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis wiser in the mind to tire the toil and boredom of pointless boredom,
Or to not clean the mess in the room,
And by ignoring the mess, leave it?
To play: to ignore; not clean;
And by ignoring the mess we end the toil and thousand scattered objects that I’m meant to clean,
‘Tis a required task to do.
To play, to ignore; to ignore: perchance to play:
Ah, there’s the problem; for when we have ignored this messy room,
We have time to play,
But I’ll clean the room anyway