'No more of this for God's dear dignity!'
Our Host said suddenly. 'You're wearying me
To death, I say, with your illiterate stuff.
God bless my soul! I've had about enough.'
...
'Why so?' said I, 'Why should you hinder me
In telling my tale more than another man,
Since I am giving you the best I can?'
'By God,' he said, 'put plainly in a word,
Your dreary rhyming isn't worth a turd!'
— Nov 22, 2025 04:13PM
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