能夠惡搞文學名作的人很多
可是詼諧風趣之外還要傳神就要大師功力了！
謝爾怪叔叔Shel Silverstein 是其中佼佼者（攪攪者）：他除了能寫 The Missing Piece, The Missing Piece Meets the Big O, The Giving Tree, A Light in the Attic, Falling Up, Where the Sidewalk Ends 之類的老中壯少幼嬰咸宜的歌詩畫冊，也長期幫 Playboy 畫插圖兼寫歌。
諸位看倌注意一下他把哈姆雷特拖到街頭演出，成這樣……
HAMLET AS TOLD ON THE STREET
Now Francisco and Bernardo, they was guardin’ the castle,
Leanin’ on their spears, not lookin’ for no hassle,
Havin’ themselves a brew or two,
When out in the night they hear woo-wooo-wooo.
And here comes this ghost, lookin’ ragged and rank,
In a rusty suit of armor, goin’ clank, clank, clank.
They say, ”Hey, Mr. Ghost, are you our dear departed king?”
But the ghost don’t say one motherfuckin’ thing.
He goes, ”Wooo-wooo-wooo.” They say, ”Hey, we better split,
And go tell Hamlet about this shit.”
So they run find Hamlet, they say, ”Hey, sweet Prince,
Your daddy’s ghost been seen runnin’ hither and hince.
He’s all full of maggots and he’s grizzly and grim,
Somethin’s rotten in Denmark and -- whew -- we think it’s him.”
Hamlet say, ”Oh, are you sure it’s my pop?
Did he have matty gray hair with a bald spot on top?
Did he have bright blue eyes that never know fear
And a tattoo says GERTRUDE FOREVER right here?”
They say, ”Hey, the thing just flittered by our station,
We didn’t give him no physical examination.
And we don’t know for sure if your daddy was the one,
But we do know a motherfuckin’ ghost when we see one.”
Hamlet say, ”Show me where you spied this spectral klunk
So I see if it’s my pop, or if you was both drunk.”
So they bring ol’ Hamlet to the spot, and then
They wait five minutes and wooooo ---
Here he comes again.
He got gray skin, black teeth and hollow eyes,
Beckonin’ like this -- young Hamlet cries,
”Hold, spirit of darness, are you a ghostly apparition?”
”No,” says the ghost, ”I look like this from malnutrition.
Of course I’m a ghost, but sone, don’t be scared,
And I’ll tell you some shit that’ll fry your hair.”
He says, ”You got two relatives, I won’t say which,
But one’s a bloody murderer and one’s a faithless bitch.
Why, I was takin’ a nap in the garden right here,
When my ambitious brother pours some poison in my ear.
And before my body’s even cold he’s wearin’ my pajamas,
Layin’ up in my bed with my crown on his head,
Doin’ somethin’ sinful to your momma.
And the terrible thoughts of what they’re doin’ up there
Is more than a poor old ghost can bear.
So you gotta revenge me on this harlot and this knave
Or else I’ll never rest in my motherfuckin’ grave.”
Well, this information just flips Hamlet out.
He starts walkin’ like this, with spit hangin’ out his mouth.
His eyes are all bleary and his tongue looks worse,
And he’s talkin’ in couplets and blank fuckin’ verse.
I mean the dude is indecisive,
He don’t know how he’d like his eggs,
And he’s got no opinion on tits, ass or legs.
He can’t decide which horse to play at the track,
And when they ask him what suit you wanna wear today?
He say, ”Ah…um…gimme the black.”
He calls his uncle a murderer,
Calls his momma a whore,
And he can’t get it up for Ophelia no more.
Oh, and Ophelia? She’s tryin’ her best
To make him feel better,
Wants to polish his crown jewels,
But he won’t let her.
”Stead of sayin’ yea, the fool says nay,
And the whole court’s figurin’ he must be gay. ……
餘見
http://www.banned-width.com/shel/works/hamlet.html
