This is nothing but a copy
An inferior one at that
The original won a Chancellor's Medal
And launched a dozen ships
This one is sixteen lines long
Not really rhyming
Won't make you laugh or cry
But throws in some Latin at the end
Like a sad game of telephone
Played with a QWERTY keyboard
This copy is a distortion of the original
A copy most profane
This copy must be censored
If the censors could get out of bed
For something as delusional as this collection of letters
Hii quattuor exscriptus stantiarum
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