Green Eggs and Hamlet
I recently met a gentleman named Stephan on Goodreads.com. He shared with me a little poem he wrote: Green eggs and Hamlet. He had an interesting concept, what would Shakespeare be like if Dr. Seuss were to write him? This was his take on what he could’ve written:
I do not like ova chartreuse anymore. I will not eat them in Elsinore.
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