An idea...
So, after writing for a friend
'To gym, or not to gym, that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler for the bod' to suffer
the weights and treadmills of raging exhaustion
or to take place within a sea of runners
and excercising, join them. To pant, to sleep;
All night; and by sleep to say we earned
the tension and the thousand call'rie loss
that flesh is primed to - 'tis a glimmering goal
devoutly to be sought. To pant, to sleep;
to sleep, purchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub
for in that sweet repose what dreams may come
when we have shuffled off of the ergos
must make us pause. There's the labour
that makes tendons longer and heart slower,
for who would bear jump ropes and cut-off times,
The yogi's matt, the swiss ball's contortion,
The arobics steps, the eighties music,
The just and unjust insolent PT,
The rivers of worthy sweat running free,
when with himself mighty ambition might
run free by the morn? Who would membership
undertake and by routine score muscles,
but that the dread of our own compulsion
be weaker and more desolate than those
who work to burn fat off our bodies and
make us suffer the ills of classes, work
and energy, that we ration'ly know?
Thus sporting does make cowards of us all,
and ever leaves us doubting our resolve
palid with the promise of TV snacks,
couch and television, that we but need
a guiding hand through the mental vag'ries,
to define a place for action...'
I've decided to set myself a challenge, which I am letting you participate in.
To take a famous Shakespearean sonnet, soliloquy or monologue and rewrite it, pertaining to the mundane of today's daily life. To this: I need suggestions for text and for either a topic, or an opening line. Feel free to throw in as many as you like, but I will only choose one a day, and I'll keep it going for as long as I deem amusing...
The challenge is set, gentlemen (and ladies) start your engines.