TO RHYME OR NOT TO RHYME..
Aye, that’s the rub
Should the slings and arrows
Of outrageous fellows
Line my tub
With dumb marshmellows?
Take all your contumely fardels
And also shining hills and dells–
And quietus! Quietus I say,
Let come out whatever may.
But that’s the impetus for verse–
Could written words be much worse?
If just plain saying it is too dumb
Try tic-tac-toe and chewing gum.