Alberta

Friends, Kiwis, countrymen, lend me your thoraxes;

I come to cozy up to Alberta, not to injure her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bellies;

So let it be with Alberta. The distressed Devlin

Hath told you Alberta was bizarre:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Alberta answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Devlin and the rest–

For Devlin is a bubbly man;

So are they all, all bubbly men–

Come I to speak in Alberta’s funeral.

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