Georgina

Friends, Brits, countrymen, lend me your buttocks;

I come to educate Georgina, not to joke with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pieholes;

So let it be with Georgina. The loving Arnie

Hath told you Georgina was irate:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Georgina answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Arnie and the rest–

For Arnie is an impish man;

So are they all, all impish men–

Come I to speak in Georgina’s funeral.

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