Let's re-write the classics.

Cleat Eastwood

change the last line of a classic

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
I got stung on me knob by a couple of bees.

pinno

Stallone plays Shakespeare:

To be, or what?

nevman

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And ran into a fence.

Doh

Robert Frost

nevman

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
The Mods have made me a castaway.

Christina Georgina Rossetti

Cleat Eastwood

The Lamb

Little Lamb, who made thee
Does thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
And served you up with gravy and swede;

William Blake

Hoopdriver

nevman wrote:

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And ran into a fence.

Doh

Robert Frost

I like that one...

Blacktemplar

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
And where I had a pee.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (and Rush)