You should not have believed me
when I said I loved you once,
a cruel act of my misleading,
taking Ophelia for a dunce

Flee from me while you're still sane
Cupid's bow flings just a dud,
I am but a Hamlet,
and my words as clear as mud

The animus I want to shed
the remnants that are lurking

I quench it's blaze all day and night

anImus confess
it's working

Little Miss Muffet
Told old ones to stuff it
She ate of her shrimp and grits;
Along came a spider
Who ran at the sight of her
Because Pippi doesn't give two *****

the object of my obsession
begins and stems from the progression,
of the phlegm that lodges in my throat
and coats the contours therein that tote,
the words I'd like to utter
which rise to but a mutter,
and it's utterly upsetting
what the cold is now begetting

I'll cough and hack,
engage in froth from lack
of energy in my core,
but be evermore determined for
a respite away from the chore
that tore my attention from the more
fun activity of binge-watching "Jersey Shore"

and the oysters are delicious
slurp them down one by one
serve them by the dishes

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On, Wisconsin! On, Wisconsin! Plunge right through that line!
Forward to ridgeline, a victory sure this time.

On, Wisconsin! On, Wisconsin! Fight on for your name,
Fight! Boars! Fight! Fight, fight, live up to MacArthur's fame.

On, Wisconsin! On, Wisconsin! Stand up, regiment sing!
'Forward' in the campaign spirit Union soldiers ring.

On Wisconsin! On, Wisconsin! Plant it with a jag
Stand, party, let us now behold this flag