Chapter 1

Twice removed upon an age ago,

here lies that hypocrite Hamlet that ever boned a score of ryhme and metre.

Hamlet wherefore art thou,

before me a slew of you came in and fro of the knowledge of know.

If I were a knight in tethered armor and sang a gullible song of how to woo an ugly duckling than a fair haired Eowyn.

I'd have to be stupid enough love by Brimehyld,

such as the case,

she can cook,

not sing.

. she can make things right,

not dance.

. . she may have some skill.

not just an eye candy at that store.