My previous post was just testing. I thought you would spot what it was but you didn't. Or if you did you kept quiet. Oh, and don't any of you say this is not a Shakespearian soliloquy. See A Midsummer Night's Dream 5.1 ( Puck), Measure for Measure 3.1 (The Duke) and The Tempest 5.1 (Prospero).
Dead and dwindled to a spectre,
I was once the Lord Protector.
Though my back was rather hunchy,
As a king my style was punchy.
Enemies? I used to whack 'em,
Choke 'em, drown 'em, carve 'em, hack 'em'.
Desperado, high and haughty,
Plot and stratagem my forte,
I was one contentious bugger.
Slaughtered, buried hugger-mugger
By malevolence disloyal,
A quietus quite unroyal,
Now I rise with kingly curses
In these rough and ready verses.
What a fate, horrific, heinous,
With a sword stuck up my anus!
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