This Madlib is based on an excerpt from Shakespeare’s Hamlet. Let’s make The Bard proud and modernize this Olde English soliloquy with some modern lingo.
Using the definitions provided, and your imaginations, fill out the boxes below with the correct type of word. After that click compose letter, then copy and paste your literary masterpiece into the comments.
Noun: A word that can be used to refer to a person or place or thing. In sentences, nouns generally function as subjects or as objects.
Examples: gun, car, scitar
Verb: A word that shows action or state of being.
Examples: look, run, smash
Adverb: A word that describes or modifies a verb, frequently ending with "-ly.".
Examples: angrily, stupidly, carefully
Adjective: A word that describes an noun or pronoun.
Examples: Aging, Bright, Blue
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To wildly zoom or not to, that is the question; Whether ’tis
fantastic in the mind to suffer the cannibals and mouses of
cracked fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of
flashlights, And by opposing, end them. To die, to flip.
To slowly die or not to, that is the question; Whether ’tis
blank in the mind to suffer the hats and skulls of sharp
fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of monkeys, And by
opposing, end them. To die, to eat.
To craftily defecate or not to, that is the question;
Whether ’tis incandescent in the mind to suffer the cod
pieces and falafels of graveolent fortune, Or to take arms
against a sea of syringes, And by opposing, end them. To
die, to embezzle.
To lovingly bitch slap or not to, that is the question;
Whether ’tis decaying in the mind to suffer the ants and
penile implants of fucked up fortune, Or to take arms
against a sea of ice creams, And by opposing, end them. To
die, to run.
To slowly tangle or not to, that is the question; Whether
’tis cranial in the mind to suffer the canines and
ballerinas of disabled fortune, Or to take arms against a
sea of metamorphosis, And by opposing, end them. To die, to
attack.
To bleakly mumble or not to, that is the question; Whether
’tis bitter in the mind to suffer the asses and stuck pigs of
firey fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of liars, And
by opposing, end them. To die, to bitterly.
To silently nipple pinch or not to, that is the question; Whether ’tis gruesome in the mind to suffer the uncles and boob cakes of perverted fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of zombies, And by opposing, end them. To die, to smell.
To deceptively flip or not to, that is the question; Whether
’tis brown in the mind to suffer the books and fingers of
diseased fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of flash
cards, And by opposing, end them. To die, to crash.