Some suffixes get laughter and applause—
One play, one planet, playing to the back,
The peanut gallery, the groundlings' den,
Gins its own giggles. Maybe a full moon,
Heavenly body, always good for grins.
And why not here and why not now? This snob,
This long-nosed, weak-chinned, double-breasted buns
Of steel and flexing mama's boy deserves
Banana peels, which hadn't been invented.
His sword is rubber and his cod. Tonight
The noblest Roman of them all except
For him and him and him and even her.
Tomorrow night will be Malvolio.
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