Hammocks are to stupidity as carry is to malls

Have yourself a merry little Hamlet
Unkempt by the virtue of rats, &
Mice.  You have stuttered along
Unfortunate highways with me
Queenly to the king, and kingly
Higher than all toppling virtuous
Aplomb.  Please you fantasy of my
Making, settle down now, and watch
A green grape laugh, she did not
Like the purple, just the green,
As though the flavor were everything