My dearest Lady Jane,
We know it’s a shame and rotten
But really, there’s no need to explain the obvious
But really, there’s no need to explain the obvious
Farewell of your well-off infamous snotty
Obnoxious proboscis—you see, we’ve heard
Rumors of a vicious tumor and it’s plain
As that snippet of a snub gracing your face,
Making you now look so innocuous.
But still we wonder
Is this really you? If you could
Just give us a clue, 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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