By your leave Larry Grogan,
Enough has been spoken,
It's time to give over your sonnet, your sonnet;
Come listen to mine sir,
Much truer than thine sir,
For these very eyes were upon it.
It is of a buck slain,
This very campaign,
To let him live longer, 'twere a pity, 'twere a pity:
For head and for branches,
For fat and for haunches,
Exceeding the mayor of a city, a city.