Macbeth meets a toddler
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last loo roll of the household aisle And all your tantrums have frayed my nerves To tiny threads. Shout, shout, bored toddler! I’m but a walking shadow, a weary mother, Who weeps and yells her tears and rage, And then is heard to snore. It’s a wail Cried by a tired mum, full of sound and fury, Home-schooling nothing.
by Sarah Penn
(Here’s Shakespeare’s go)
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.