Soliloquy
To Brie, or not to Brie--that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in my sweats to suffer
The slings and arrows of non-cheese-ous fortune
Or to drive toward the store of grocers
And by purchasing, get cheese. To eat--to snack--
No more; and by a snack to say we end
The hunger for the thousand natural styles
That cheese is heir to? 'Tis a consume-ation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To eat--to snack.
To snack--perhaps to indigest: that's bad!
For from that snack of Brie what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off and hit the sack
Must give us pause. Cheese before bed
Can make insomnia of so long life.
For who would bear to not eat Camembert,
Cheddar, Edam, Gouda, or Roquefort,
Cheshire or Wensleydale, Mozzarella,
Coachman or Gorgonzola, or the host
Of other cheeses that a dairy makes
When he himself might quesadillas make
With a quick store run? Who would stay at home
To wish and hope after a gooey Brie,
But that the dread of something after cheese,
Th' undiscovered country, from whose bourne
no traveler returns--puzzles the will
And makes us rather stay inside in bed
Then drive to storefronts that have Brie on sale.
Thus comfiness makes cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with a warm downy quilt,
And enterprises of great cream and enzymes
With this regard their stay safe within their homes,
Their homes with central heating.
Whether 'tis nobler in my sweats to suffer
The slings and arrows of non-cheese-ous fortune
Or to drive toward the store of grocers
And by purchasing, get cheese. To eat--to snack--
No more; and by a snack to say we end
The hunger for the thousand natural styles
That cheese is heir to? 'Tis a consume-ation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To eat--to snack.
To snack--perhaps to indigest: that's bad!
For from that snack of Brie what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off and hit the sack
Must give us pause. Cheese before bed
Can make insomnia of so long life.
For who would bear to not eat Camembert,
Cheddar, Edam, Gouda, or Roquefort,
Cheshire or Wensleydale, Mozzarella,
Coachman or Gorgonzola, or the host
Of other cheeses that a dairy makes
When he himself might quesadillas make
With a quick store run? Who would stay at home
To wish and hope after a gooey Brie,
But that the dread of something after cheese,
Th' undiscovered country, from whose bourne
no traveler returns--puzzles the will
And makes us rather stay inside in bed
Then drive to storefronts that have Brie on sale.
Thus comfiness makes cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with a warm downy quilt,
And enterprises of great cream and enzymes
With this regard their stay safe within their homes,
Their homes with central heating.