Thelma

Friends, Nigerians, countrymen, lend me your antennae;

I come to challenge Thelma, not to think about her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their horns;

So let it be with Thelma. The drowsy Sam

Hath told you Thelma was yappy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Thelma answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Sam and the rest–

For Sam is a disgusting man;

So are they all, all disgusting men–

Come I to speak in Thelma’s funeral.

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