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.