[layers of forwarding elided.]

 Green Eggs and Hamlet
 
 I ask to be, or not to be.
 That is the question, I ask of me.
 This sullied life, it makes me shudder.
 My uncle is boffing my dear, sweet mother.
 Would I, could I take my life?
 Could I, should I, end this strife?
 Should I jump out of a plane?
 Or throw myself in front of a train?
 Should I from a cliff just leap?
 Could I put myself to sleep?
 Shoot myself, or take some poison?
 Maybe try self immolation?
 To shudder off this mortal coil,
 I could stab myself with a fencing foil.
 Should I slash my wrists while in the bath?
 Would it help to end my angst and wrath?
 To sleep, to dream, now there's the rub.
 I could drop an appliance into my tub.
 Would everyone be happy, if I were dead?
 Could I maybe kill them instead?
 This line of thought takes consideration.
 After all, I'm the king of procrastination.
                                - Tim Hnetka



Also from: Mark Colan

(The Green Eggs and Hamlet poem inspired the limerick version:)

Prince Hamlet thought uncle a traitor
For having it off with his mater.
  Revenge Dad or not?
  That's the gist of the plot.
And he did---nine soliloquies later.