The drama in Canberra has inspired me to discover a long lost poem by one Mr William Shakespere.
Full fathom 5 my slipper lies:
Of his reputation cesspools are made:
Those little turds that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade:
But doth suffer a Party-change:
Into something stink and manged:
Press gallery hourly ring his knell:
Fark, now I hear them,– Dong-Dong, Taxi!!
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Full Fathom Five
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them,–ding-dong, bell.