There once was a poet called Donne
Whose rhyming was always spot-onne.
Ask not for whom the bell tolls,It tolls for thee.Especially when you are in the bath.
...Someone, feeling quite boldAsked: "For whom's this bell tolled?"He replied: "Your name's on it, my sonne."
...He announced with a smileThat no man was an isle,Except for the old Isle of Monne.(That's enough dodgy rhymes...)
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