Cherise

Friends, Canadians, countrymen, lend me your toenails;

I come to reject Cherise, not to speak to her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their biceps;

So let it be with Cherise. The sloppy Rumpelstiltskin

Hath told you Cherise was statuesque:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Cherise answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Rumpelstiltskin and the rest–

For Rumpelstiltskin is a bilious man;

So are they all, all bilious men–

Come I to speak in Cherise’s funeral.

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