When we didst battle upon the stage, we were but base brawlers compared to these maids.
This renditionne doth glorify the Elizabethan qualities of this faire tune, which oft we played for far too longe.
Thou wert a giant among the costumed.
May ye find that green slime thou didst release
Richly supplied in afterlife's theatre,
And tyrants and bigots tortured and gored
Before thy mob, by whom you were adored.
Why didst ne'er we design to joine forces with China's vast treasury? It doth seem simple now.
Knock, knock at your heart and see if a Muslim "Measure for Measure" doth answer.
This space reserved for monarch.
And yay, whilst we are idle the scribes of Cracked do still sing our praises.
The metal jesters of VH1's That Metal Show cometh to Seattle, Portland, Chicago and Detroit anon. May their jibes and gambols fill your bardcore-less hearts.