Yvonne

Friends, Bolivians, countrymen, lend me your belly buttons;

I come to giggle at Yvonne, not to sanitize her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their scalps;

So let it be with Yvonne. The cuddly Travis

Hath told you Yvonne was energetic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Yvonne answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Travis and the rest–

For Travis is a yappy man;

So are they all, all yappy men–

Come I to speak in Yvonne’s funeral.

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