Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig,
Bred when he was brittle, bred when big,
How he’s sweating to support them.
Which birthday of the brighter darker man,
The Goya of the Globe & Blackfriars, whomâ€”
Our full earth smiled on him
Squeezing his old heart with a daughter loose
(hostages they Ã¡re)â€”the world’s produced,
So far, alarms, alarms.
Fancy the chill & fatigue four hundred years
Award a warm one. All we know is ears.
My slab lifts up its arms
In a solicitude entire, too late.
Of brutal revelry gap your mouth to state:
Front back & backside go bare!
Cats’ blackness, booze, blows, grunts, grand groans.
Yo-bad yÃµm i-oowaled bo v’ha’l lail awmer h’re gawber!
Â€”Now, now, poor Bones.