Mary Lou

Friends, Congolese, countrymen, lend me your backs;

I come to control Mary Lou, not to sue her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their thoraxes;

So let it be with Mary Lou. The lanky Tanya

Hath told you Mary Lou was pigeon-toed:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Mary Lou answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Tanya and the rest–

For Tanya is a cheerful woman;

So are they all, all cheerful women–

Come I to speak in Mary Lou’s funeral.

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