Tanya

Friends, Norwegians, countrymen, lend me your kneecaps;

I come to bond with Tanya, not to scratch her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their wigs;

So let it be with Tanya. The disorganized Dusty

Hath told you Tanya was maniacal:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Tanya answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Dusty and the rest–

For Dusty is a stinky woman;

So are they all, all stinky women–

Come I to speak in Tanya’s funeral.

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