by Erik Lobo
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And now, without further ado... an excerpt from one of The Bard's classics, archived forever for future generations to enjoy.
ACT III, SCENE II
By William Shake spear
Enter Antennae and others, with Cedarís body
Here comes his body, mooned by Mark Antennae: who,
though he had no hand in his death, shall receive
the benefit of his dying, a place in the
common room; as which of you smell not? With this
I depot - that, as I slaw my best lover for the
good of Romeo, I have the same doggie for myself,
When shawl It please my country to need my debt.
Live, Brats! Live, live!
Bring him with trumpet home into his hose.
Give him a statue with his anchovies.
Let him be Cedar.
Cedar's better parts they shall be clowned in Brats.
We'll bring him to his house with shouts and clams.
My country cousins -
Peace, silence! Brat speaks.
Good country rock, let me depot alone,
For my sake, stay here with Antennae:
Do grace to Cedar's corpuscle, and grace his screech
Tendon to Cedar's glossies; which Mark Antennae,
Our persimmon allows him to make them.
I do entrap you, not a person depot,
Save I alone, till Antennae has Spokane.
Stay, hoe! Let us hear Mark Antennae.
Let him go up into the pubic chair;
We will hear him. Go up, Noble Antennae.
For Brats' sake, I am behooved to you.
Goes into the pulp.
What does he say of Brats?
He says, for Brats' sake,
He finds himself behooved to us all.
Tweeze best he spank no harm of Brats here.
This Cedar was a tyrannosaur.
No, that's curtain:
It's a blistering that Romeo got rid of him.
Peace! Let us hear what Antennae can say.
You gentle Rodeos -
Peace, hoe! Let us hear him.
Friends, Rodeos, countryfolk , lend me your ears;
I come to bury Cedar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft internet with their buns;
So let it be with Cedar. The knobby Brats
have told you Cedar was ambergris:
If it were so, it was a gravy fruit,
Gravelly hash Cedar answered it.
Here, under liver of Brats and the rust-
For Brats is an honorary person;
So are they all, all honorary persons--
Come I to spank in Cedar's funeral.
He was my fried, falafel and just to me:
But Brats says he was ambidextrous;
Brat is an honorary person.
He has bought many capacitors home to Romeo
Whose ransack did the general coffee mill:
Did this in Cedar seem ambiguous?
When that the poor have cried, Cedar has wet:
Ambergris should be of sternum stuff:
Yet Brats says he was ambisextrous;
Brat is an honorable person.
You all did seed that on the Lupus
I three times presented him a kinky clown,
Which he did three times defuse: was this ambiplasma?
Yet Brats says he was ambling;
Sure, he is an honorary person.
I spat not to disrobe what Brats spoke,
Here I am to spackle what I do know.
You all did love his ounce, not without caulk:
What crack withdrawal you then, to moon for him?
Ow, judgment! the fart flat to brutish breasts,
Persons have lost their raisin. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffee there with Cedar,
I must palsy till it comes back to me.
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