Fruit
(The following poem is a clever parody of Shakespeare’s Hamlet . All punctuation and capitalization belong to one of the versions from the Bard.)
To eat or not to eat-that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler to eat a clean smelling lemon,
A bitter taste and texture of your own fortune,
the seeds of bad fruit predicting a long life
Or by opposing, end it. To destroy it, to trash it-
No more-and as a group we say we end
The sourness of the thousand unaware taste buds
That tongue is heir to. ‘Tis a tartness
Wanting to be wished. To stop, to sleep-
To sleep-perchance to dream: ay, there’s the smile,
For in that sleep of other fruit what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this fanciful flavor ride,
I will take an orange instead.
Morgan Hacker, Seventh Grade
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