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Something has gone missing – 20 minute exercise

Bernado and Marcellus are upon the battlements of Elsinore Castle.

‘Something has gone missing in the state of Denmark!’ Exclaimed Marcellus.

‘That’s rotten luck!’ said Bernardo. ‘What might this some thing be?’

‘Well, not actually a thing, more a being. The Lord Hamlet has disappeared!’

Bernado drew a breath of shock. ‘The Lord Hamlet? How can this be? I saw him but yesterday and he seemed in a rude health.’

‘Rude health, maybe, dear cuz, and his rudeness extended to his sometime father and his longtime mother, too. Not ignoring the fact that he called Ophelia a flower-fairy of few faculties’

Bernado took on board the seriousness of Hamlet’s manner. ‘But, the Lord Hamlet had seemed to be all set for a return to Wittenberg, his schooling to continue, his education to increase, his mathematics to improve.’

‘He has absconded taking no more than the barest clothing, a satchel of food, and a flagon of cheap wine. He may be heading for the hills of Elsinore.’ Marcellus glanced towards those hills.

‘Have any set out to seek him? asked Bernado.

‘The King, Claudius, has sent forth the fool, two gravediggers, and the players. He will jot send forth of his guard for fear of being left at risk from attack by any of the other Scandinavian states. I fear that he does little more than lip service to a search.’

‘The king does not much like Lord Hamlet, and sits upon the throne that shouldest rightly belong to the young lord.’ stated Bernado, with much looking about and over his shoulder.

‘It is true, as many have said (but not openly) that Lord Hamlet shouldest have been king when his father was untimely ripped from his life, seemingly without preamble or due cause. It was if perhaps he had met his end at the hands of a murderer.’ Marcellus started at the sound that then arose from the battlements.

‘Murder!’ came a well known voice, that was tinged with an edge of anger. ‘Murder, most foul!’

‘’Tis the old king, unable to sleep, walking the battlements, lamenting his untimely ending.’ muttered Marcellus. ‘He lost his kingship, his wife, and his successor, in what seemed like the blink of an eye, and that has caused his internment in the state of limbo from where he can not proceed to the heaven above…’

‘… or the place below.’ finished Bernado. ‘Such a loss* has been the Lord Hamlet’s undoing, too – and he hath lost his mind.’

‘Undoubtedly.’ finished Marcellus.

*was when my twenty minutes ran out.

Ugly Duckling

‘There once was an ugly duckling –

turned out to be a baby swan –

rookie error!’ said the crow.


The rook took offence to this.

‘Now listen here,’ he started,

‘You crows always diss

us rooks.

I know we haven’t got your looks,

or the brains that you were born with;

but we knows the difference

between a duckling and a cygnet,

a hawk and a handsaw,

and chalk and cheese.

‘So, please, will you stop

looking down upon my kind?’


The crow, looked below,

and asked the rook,

‘Why is a Raven like a writing desk?’

The rook didn’t know the answer,

and the crow wasn’t telling.


The rook flew off, yelling,

‘You think you’re a clever so-and-so,

but it isn’t just me that doesn’t know!’


This was true, but the crow

held the higher ground,

from which position

he’s always found

that a positive claim

would bring him fame –

whether he was correct or not.

Imagining Hamlet

Listening to the play,

obsessing on the words,

what Ophelia will say,

the melee with the swords.


A radio adaption,

scene by unseen action,

and imagine all the people—

yes, all of them, go on!

One, two, three—

Yes, even the ones

that you do not know;

the ones that eat scones

and the ones that eat scones;

the sloths and the sparrows

(in people terms, that is)

and when your imagination narrows,

perhaps admit that the rest are embroiled

in silence.

It’s too hot / too cold


It’s too hot for soup;

too cold for ice-cream –

how this has come about

I just do not know;

so, ‘Soup’s off!’

and the ice-cream has ‘melted, thawed,

and resolved itself into a dew’.



NB Thanks must go to W.S. for his line from Hamlet.

Hamlet – The Musical

Hamlet – The Musical

Not William Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’, but a play based upon the tiny village of HappyHome and its various occupants. These villagers are beset with the problem of having a village church and having to raise the money needed to keep the roof on top of its walls and the bell-tower on top of its roof.

Then one bright spark suggests that they could get rid of the church altogether, returning – after one-hundred years – HappyHome to the status of ‘hamlet’

The Gravediggers (Reprised) from Hamlet.

The Gravediggers (Reprised) from Hamlet.

The grave-diggers ‘were’ quite sombre.

Nothing seemed to cheer them at all.

Even Grave-digger No. 1

was not being the life and the soul

of the party –

it was a wake after all.

A farewell to a departing soul.

But, usually, there was the dry banter of their kind,

a way of dispersing the mood,

lightening the burden

of burying the dead.

“What’s wrong, Grave-digger No. 1?” enquired Grave-digger No. 2.

“I have heard that young Lord Hamlet, son to the previous, prior King Hamlet of Denmark, who bore the same name, Hamlet, and named his son, Hamlet, yet the same again.”

“A long line of Hamlets!” interjected Grave-digger No. 2.

“Precisely, sirrah! A line that stretches back into a time long ago, but now stretches forward no more.”

“Sadly, ‘tis so.” spake Grave-digger No. 2. “Thou speakst the sad truth, as thou rarely dost.”

“I’faith, I am of quite a sorrowful countenance. The old Yorick reminded to me; the beautiful Ophelia buried; and then young Hamlet, gone before his time.”

“Life is not fair, my friend and digging companion. One day, too, we shall be lain in boxes i the ground.”

“Aye! And who would have thought that we might’st live to see ‘that’ day?”

“Who, indeed?”

“It bears not the thinking about!”

“Then let us not!”

Hamlet Haiku 2b

Hamlet Haiku 2b

“You remember it:

It’s: ‘To be or not to be…’ “

“What was the question?”

Hamlet Haiku 2

Hamlet speaks his last –

Once all the action is done –

“The rest is silence”

Hamlet Haiku

In the play ‘Hamlet’,

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

Meet unhappy ends.

T. Ing


Timothy Ing is everything

Tim Ing is everything

T. Ing is everything (to a triangle-player – there may be a specific word for somebody who plays the triangle; and not a rude one)

“The play is the thing”

said Hamlet the Dane

Courtesy of William Shakespeare

But, Hamlet didn’t know

About whether to stay or if to go

and Clashed with his uncle, Claudius

which man caused the whole

state of Denmark

to rot

and fall.