Note: the following is offensive. Don't read on if you aren't into that kinda thing.
Here's the story of a brotha by the name of Othello.
He liked white women, and he liked green Jell-O.
And a punk named Iago, who made his-self a menace,
'Cause he didn't like Othello. THE MOOR OF VENICE!
Now Othello got married to a chick named Desdemona.
But he took off for the wars and he left her alone-a.
It was a moan-a! A groan-a! He left her alone-a!
He didn't write a letter, and he didn't telephone-a!
Now Othello loved Desi like Adonis loved Venus.
And Desi loved Othello cause he had a big... sword!
But Iago had a plan that was clever and slick.
He was crafty, he was sly. He was sort of a dick.
He say "I'm gonna shaft the Moor!" "How ya gonna do it?! Tell us!"
"Well I know his tragic flaw is that he's too damn jealous!
I need a dupe, I need a dope, I need a kind of a schmo."
So he finds a chump sucka by the name of Cassion.
And he plants on him Desdemona's handkerchief.
And Othello gets to wondering, maybe if?
While he been out fightin'. Commandin' an army.
Could Desi and Cas be playing hide the salami?
So he come back home and he smother the bitch.
And he thinks he pulled it off without a hitch.
But there's Amelia at the door, who we met in Act IV.
Who say: "You big dummy! She weren't no whore!
She was pure, she was clean, she was virginal too!
So why'd you have to go and make her face turn blue!?
It's true. It's you! Now whatcha gonna do?"
And Othello say "Yo, this is getting pretty scary!"
So he pulled out his blade, and committed hari-kari.
Iago got caught, but he prob'ly copped a plea.
Loaded up his bags, and moved to Beverly. Hills, that is.
Yeah, I'm trying to work on Shakespeare homework. Sue me.
"Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die." -Mel Brooks