I daresay, old chap
Your limb there,
Let’s tuck it back
Were you not a scholar of
Ancient civilizations
No need to bare your
Dentures
I’m having great patience
But let’s not so close
The foul air
Is astir
With your students
It would be imprudent
To breathe in that charnel breath
Egads, you’ve taken a slab
Right out of me, to think
You seemed so charming
Monocle and all
Zombie With Monocle
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