Strewth! The competition is Titanically talented this time round so I hesitate to chance my arm among the battling giants . . .
Housman's Hamlet
Here, Wittenberg forsaken,
At Elsinore-On-Sea,
This question leaves all shaken –
To be, or not to be?
Should we endure, unwilling,
Time's arrows, whips and scorns,
Or else, self-killing,
Depart for unknown bourns?
Unknown? Let princes ponder
And plodding ploughmen too.
Up, down, or over yonder?
Pitch-black, or sunlit blue?
We fear, once six feet under,
A sleep by nightmares vexed –
Best stay, and wonder
Just what on earth comes next.
Last edited by Jerome Betts; 10-11-2010 at 04:35 PM.
Reason: Various tweaks.
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