1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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