Bill Shakespeare once wrote on the page:
The earth is a wheeled wooden cage,
It's owned by Wells Fargo
And carries its cargo
Through life... Yes, the world is a stage.

Now Dickens, he wrote about Scrooge,
A man with a fortune so huge;
His fellows he'd screw,
'Cos Ebby sure knew,
To him all the world was a stooge.

Wilde's Canterville Ghost was a pain,
His blood spots a mark as of Cain.
They spread on the floor,
To be there ever more,
To him all the world was a stain.

Jane Austen would write of young maids;
Those darlings would never get laid.
They'd ne'er get a kiss,
All this stuff they would miss...
To her all the world was so staid.

And, with inspiration from that literary bible - The Walt Disney Wonder Book of 
1953, we will to denmark...

Our danish Prince wasn't so big,
He rode around town in a gig.
The food he would scoff,
With his head in the trough...
Our Hamlet's a very small pig.

Tiddy.

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Last updated: Tue, 14 Sep 1999.