My dear Lady Jane,
No need to explain
The demise
Of your infamous obnoxious
Former proboscis.
We’ve heard
The rumor of a tumor’s plain
As that snippet
Of a snub now gracing your face,
And oh so innocuous looking.
So pretty
Please with sugar on it,
For old times’ sake
Before you depart,
Give us your best parting shot—
No need for formalities, dearie,
Dispense with the snot.
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